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