I’m an orange, as orange as can be,
You can squeeze me after dinner, then drink me during tea.
I’m a fruit, a drink, a colour as well,
I seem to be so popular; I really go down well.
When I’m a fruit, you eat me slice by slice,
I’m succulent and juicy; you’ll find me quite nice.
When I’m a colour, I’m dazzling and bright,
I come in different shades; dark, medium and light.
When I’m a drink, I’m poured into a glass,
But if you don’t drink me, I’m sure to turn to gas.
Tennis players gulp me, after they’ve scored deuce,
Now I really must stop writing ‘cos I’m running low on juice!