THE ICE CREAM MAN


  On a hot, sunny, day travel through your 
  Neighborhood I do,

  Driving My white truck blasting a tune, a 
  Quarter will get it for you.

  The music is my warning, like a drug it turns 
  Children into addicts,

  They run screaming across their yards, someone 
  Please give me some money.

  Chase me they do, watch them run under the 
  Summer sun,

  Give up they will not, waiving treasure from their 
  Hands for a treat.

  I am the ice cream man, listen to my music, and for 
  A price an Ice cream in hand,

  Snow cones, popsicles, fudge bars, and more, my 
  Little truck is an Ice cream store,

  Listen for the music, it will make your mind spin, I'm 
  The Ice cream man so dig in.

              Keith Garrett