Don't Drink Bees

While I viewed Stonehenge II
I had a lozenge chew
Which had an orange hue

I saw a condor plunge
It was a poor lunge
For a bright floor sponge
The color was orange

He must have been confused
By that vibrant orange hue
I hid my lozenge chew
Away from the condor's view
And hoped he didn't have a clue
That it was there

He didn't know or didn't care

'Cause he sailed off toward the sun
A bright circle of orange
In a sunset overdone
Which left me feeling kind of numb

So I turned to hardcore grunge
'Cause when I'm blue, it shifts my hue
To a radiant orange