I'm not afraid of the orange fiddle rhyme.
I'll give you three or four in just a little time.
Come and shut the door, ingest a little wine.
Have a little more, in gin it tastes just fine. Because !
I'm not afraid of the orange fiddle rhyme.
I am the poet who loves the letter X.
That xylophone
Was a pile of old bone
But the dancers loved it's hex.
So why do we condone
All the broken down tones
Of this orange fiddle sex?
With the high low moans,
Some erogenous zones
And foreign jest effects ? Because !
... everybody loves the orange fiddle rhyme ...
and I'll give you three or four in ...
! Just a little time !