You are an orange to me,
i picked you from a tree.
I squeeze you and you dripp,
then your juice i do sip.
When im thirsy i do gulp,
i just can't get enough of your pulp.
Sometimes you squeeze too hard in my eye,
and i cannot help but cry.
My heart rate increases.
when i break you into pieces.
Then i take you and i bite,
though i know it is not right.
Then i chew and your juice i taste
and my fear now i hace faced
Acidic taste slides down my throat,
'tis hard but i will not choke.
Then i lick off all the excess,
this is how i like it best.
You are an orange to me.
i picked you from a tree!
