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![]() Ode to the Good Humor ManThe sunny days are getting a bit longer A sure sign of a Long Island Spring Is that a spring robin flying right over me? Do I hear that unmistakable ring a-ding ding? The tulips are making their re-appearance Coppertone covers me for the first weekend tan My favorite clue to the change in the season Is the sight of the Good Humor Ice Cream Man He rides sedately upon his white ice cream wagon All neighborhood kids will concur When he pedals, down the street for the children It’s a Roman chariot, driven by rider Ben-Hur As I hear the hypnotic bells mystically calling I bolt for my after dinner treat I beg my mother to give me another quarter And race the chariot, to the corner down the street He opens the top to his enticing white wagon I begin my ritual nightly pick The Good Humor special today, is toasted almond Or should I get a cherry-lime double stick? The Good Humor men are forever gone Peddling their wagons in the sky At night, I still hear the bells a ringin’ Signaling another diet, of which I failed to comply Send this Whackocard to your friends! |