The Popsicle Man

Here comes the ice cream truck, I hear the ditty on the breeze. A hundred kids running amok, Give me a quarter please. Popsicle, popsicle, I need a popsicle, Something creamy for my tonsicles. Ice cream sandwiches, Klondike bars, See the street fill up with imps. Running heedless of the many cars, Screaming like a bunch of chimps. Popsicle, popsicle, I need a popsicle, Something to tickle my tonsicles. Ice cream cones, and rainbow pushups, A heavenly situation. Blue and green with orange tops, So many sherbet combinations. Mr. popsicle man, Mr. popsicle man, Give me a popsicle quick as you can.