There’s ice cream in our freezer,   That’s sitting all alone. It gently steals into your thoughts.   You’d love one in a cone. The ice cream’s taken from its home,   The ice cream scoop appears, It’s in a cone, then – oh – on the floor,   And now there’s ice cream tears.

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