How beautiful the April snow
Falls from above to down below
The flurries dancing to and fro
Yet nothing rhymes with orange
The snowflakes snuggle, nesting deep
And all the cars dress up like sheep
Their wooly flocks all snug for sleep
How sad, the lonely orange
Such ease for most to find a date
Yet some must quest through endless fate
And travel still to find a mate
Roll on, intrepid orange
The Serious Mirth Society 