A Walkin' Talkin' Carrot?

Orange Jim

Orange Jim, he was a carrot,
though the veggies called him, Slim.
He said, “I want to see the world,
get out of this dirt I’m in.
I’m tired of only hangin’ out.
It’s time I pulled up roots,
and if the gardener, he gets mad,
I don’t give a shoot!”

So Orange Jim, he pulled up roots,
the world he went to see.
He started his adventure
from a patch in Tennessee.
From there he went to Washington
to see the President,
but no one cared that he had gone
or wondered where he went.

And on his way he met a peach
who said she loved Slim so,
but Orange Jim, his thoughts weren’t clear.
His heart he didn’t know.
A darling treat, a plum so sweet,
Jim left her far behind.
Orange Jim, he couldn’t see
cherry dreams had left him blind.

From there he sailed to Paris,
said, “I’ve come to be the king.”
The French, they said, “Jac la blu,
never heard of such a thing.”
So on his way, ol’ Slim he went
in search of all things new
with no concerns of things back home.
His lust was all he knew.

So Orange went down under
to the land of ripe Kiwi,
thinking he could make it there.
“They’ll think the world of me.”
But Orange Jim, the could have been,
they didn’t need him there,
and so left lemon’s wilted stem
and thinking life unfair.

And on his way he met a peach
who said she loved Slim so,
but Orange Jim, his thoughts weren’t clear.
His heart he didn’t know.
A darling treat, a plum so sweet,
Jim left her far behind.
Orange Jim, he couldn’t see
cherry dreams had left him blind.

Orange Jim, he lived his life
so many years ago,
but now and then young Orange Jim
comes back around, you know.
He’s in your dreams, the little things
you long for every day,
but when you dream like Orange Jim,
remember what he’d say,

“I lived my life a carrot.
For the world I had disdain.
I couldn’t see beyond my stems
and learn to live the day,
for a carrot’s life need not be hard.
fact is, I had it made
growin’ fat there in the sun
and living happy days.”