Strawberry, vanilla, mint-choc-chip
Traditional kind or new soft whip
So many flavours from which to pick
You make your choice then take a lick.
Icy cold against your lips
As down your fingers run the drips
Sticky cheeks, sticky chin
There’s nothing like an ice cream grin.
A chocolate flake makes a 99
Just as a treat, not all the time.
Crunch the cornet, eat the crumbs
Sucking clean your fingers and thumbs.
Wait all tomorrow to hear once more
The ice cream chimes outside your door.












