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When the frost has tinged the mornings

and it's cold down in the field

it is time to pick the oranges

and the bushels that they yield

Tiny orange orbs of sunshine

just hanging on the tree

and cold weather makes then perfect

and sweet enough to please

Oh it's fun to eat the oranges

with juice dripping down your chin

and your fingers get all sticky

from the oranges spicy skin

And you see the pickers coming

with their long white canvas sacks

and long hooks to pick them from the tree

with many boxes there to pack

and you're sitting by a bond fire

on a chilly windy day

watching workers pick the golden fruit

and it doesn't look like play

but home again of evening

sitting by the fire so bright

drinking orange juice and eating cookies

makes my world seem very bright