THE PINK ORANGUTAN

One day after I had some beer,
Everything became real clear,
I looked outside and I could see,
A pink orangutan in my tree,

As I watched him from my little ranch,
He wound around on every branch,
When he saw my Steele glare,
He waved to acknowledge I was there,

The next day I could not see,
The pink orangutan in my tree,
My stomached ached and forehead throbbed,
‘My pink orangutan was gone’’, I sobbed,

At last I lost my very last tear,
Then, I realized my greatest fear,
For the orangutan had taken care,
To at least acknowledge I was there.