I love to talk of my fav’rite theme,
So of course my subject is Ice Cream!
My Mother says that my eyes just beam
Whenever I even think Ice Cream!
When I’ve sewed a ’specially long, hard seam,
She takes me to town to get Ice Cream!
Sometimes the clouds in the blue sky seem
Like heaping saucers of white Ice Cream!
And often when I’m asleep, I dream
Of millions of platters of pink Ice Cream!