Butcher Cassidy and the Sunshine Juice

There once was a butcher named Cassidy, Who had a tremendous capacity, To drink orange-juice all day, And most will say, He was good at this talent you see Each day by one or two, His skin took on a tangerine hue And his eyes turned to two yellowish orbs Yet he drank more juice, And there was no use In trying to squeeze him some more Butcher Cassidy lived that way, Till his dying day And he was buried in a Chinese grave yard... For he had turned permanently yellow This juice-addicted fellow That's just what OJ can do And come next spring To surprise evryone From pauper to king From the graveyard Nature did bring, A grove of orange trees Some say when they pass the orange-juice aisle And if they linger awhile, And urge for ribs and juice Will come their way And nothing else will do So watch your intake of juice Before the orange demon is let loose And your life will end in dismay.