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.

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The ice cream’s taken from its home
    And the ice cream scoop appears.
It’s in my cone, then – oh – on the floor, 
    And now there’s ice cream tears.

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