The Orange Man

The Orange Man
waves his tiny hand
and scrapes our senses dry
So much benumbed
turned deaf and dumb
We die, we die, we die

The Orange Beak
begins to speak
but all it says is "I"
Our mouths agape
we cannot escape
We die, we die, we die

The Orange Beast
knowing less than least
ponders the evening sky
We wait in vain
(He has no brain)
We die, we die, we die