I was at the park as happy as can be,
When I heard that truck, the truck that makes me scream,
"Ice Cream! Ice Cream! Oh boy, ICE CREAM!"
I grab my money and run after the ice cream,
I chase and chase and chase,
till' I hardly had any breath,
and stopped right at the spot
Then slowly and steadly walk slowly back to the park,
Huffing, puffing, with the music in my head,
I sadly dream of ice cream
the creamy taste and coldness,
No ice cream for today,
but tomarrow is the day,
where I get ice cream.