If I was to write a story a story of a man;
A little old man, a man that was a special type of man
Yes that type of little old MAN!
The person was a little old man
OK enough of the OLD MAN!
Well one day this old man left his town
Heading out to find a pail of ORANGE Juice
SHERBET SHERBET SHERBET!
The little kids called out to him
As he walked up the hill trying to find orange juice
He went a long way until he got tired
He sat down to take a rest
He looked at the pail
He then realized that there was a drop of Orange juice in there
Without hesitation He tilted it trying to get the drop
But it wouldn't budge
So he stuck his finger in there trying to get it out
But it was still in there a little orange dot
Everyone knew him he wouldn't give up on his orange
Luckily he soon thought that maybe it was a stain
A stain of orange on his favorite ORANGE piture
So he went on his way
Looking everywhere for some orange juice
HE went everywhere he could think of
Nothing, nope, not a place to be found
He then realized
HE COULD GO TO THE STORE
AND GET IT HE RAN ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE TOWN
RAN INTO THE TOWN GROCERY STORE
HE GOT THE ORANGE JUICE
PAID FOR IT AN RAN OUT OF THERE
HE RAN TO HIS HOME
MIXED IT TOGETHER
AND DRANK IT ALL IN ONE GULP
YOU KNOW WHAT HE DID ALL NIGHT LONG?
YEP YOU GUESSED IT RIGHT
HE BURPED

ALL NIGHT LONG
HE BURPED AND BURPED ALL NIGHT LONG

Yep this is the story of a little man his picture sherbet and ORANGE