In the world before oranges appeared
Ripening in our cool desert days
Showing up in our northern stores
There must have been a young king
Who called his best chefs together
Bored with apples and figs
Bring me the epitome of sweetness
In the color of courage I can taste
Extracted from our best mineral minds
Put all the trees to work till one
Can re-enclose the sun
In miniature and portable
And see to it somehow
Every child gets one
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