When  summer’s in The city

And brick’s a blaze of heat

The Ice-cream man with his little cart

Goes trundling down the street.

Beneath his round umbrella,

Oh, what a joyful sight

 to see him fill the cones with mounds

Of cooling brown and white :

Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry

Vanilla, chocolate strawberry,

Ice-cream man

 

From bottles full of frosty-fizz

Green, orange white, or pink.

  His cart might be a flower bed,

Or roses and sweet peas,

The way the children cluster round

As thick as honeybees.