The oranges he wants to lick

Your father does not like oranges
Yet he's corner calling orange sellers
And from his corner corner eyes
You don't need fortune tellers
To know the oranges they have to sell
Are not the ones he wants to lick

They say the secret matters
A child hide from parents
Ends up on a table before the father

But what do you do
Who do you tell
When the father
Is also the matter