You Think You've Got Problems?

You Think You've Got Problems

I’m so sorry I fell from my ship, landing in this tree.
For now I clutch these limbs like a silly chimpanzee,
And this lemon tree has prickers, so it’s not a place to be!

My space ship kept on flying, leaving me here all alone.
I watched it disappear, sinking east like a thrown stone,
While I, alas, could do no more but hang around and groan.

This lemon tree has three fruits hanging by my nose.
They smell so tart and sweet, juicy fruits I do suppose,
But it’s hard to focus well with prickers in my clothes!

I don’t know what I’m going to do. I cannot move an inch.
Won’t you please look up and help me from this pinch?
I’m orange, but don’t scream. I’m an alien, not the “Grinch.”