There comes a moment in every parent’s life when his kids learn the thing

about there being no rhyme for “orange.” If the kids know that the parent

is an amateur versifier, a challenge is then presented. I have risen to the

challenge.

The Sierra Nevada’s a snow range.

When the sun’s way down low it glows o-range.

At sunset or sunrise

It’s a treat for the eyes;

Other times it’s a dull status quo range.