Ice cream man
Ice cream man When summer’s in the city, And brick is a blaze of heat, The Ice-cream Man with his little cart Goes trundling down the street. Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, Or chilly things to drink From bottles full of frosty-fizz, Green, orange, white, or pink. His cart might be a flowerbed, Of roses and sweet peas, The way the children cluster round As thick as honeybees. RACHEL FIELD