I smell oranges, ginger, and cinnamon,
Resting on an evergreen branch, revisiting;
Give me order, give me spice,
Dear Lord that saffron looks nice!
It's always nice to pretend it's so fruity,
When you have to eat black walnut impunity;
So gag and spit rejection, tangerine, plantain;
The false profit of orange and yellow is rearranged.
The ancient wars were filed,
To ensure modern domicile;
The "limeys" had to ensure,
Citrus is worldwide forevermore.
