The Ice Cream Man

Do you remember the joy of hearing the ice cream man's truck jingle?

A man who provides a universal joy, and a line where children can mingle

We grow up, and maybe the ice cream turns into beer

From sweet to bitter, oh how i miss my ice cream dear

With ice cream, all that matters in the moment is each lick 

It brings you happiness, nothing else matters except the sugary kick

As we morph from caterpillars to butteflies, our problems will also change 

From wanting more recess, to finding a girlfriend and a job with a good pay range

But we should never forget the simple pleasures in life,

cause life is awesome, it's as simple as that

 

 

 

 

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