Ode to a Snow Cone

The music, you can hear it a mile away,

you come in a truck, on a hot summer day.

Shaking the change in my pockets,

I run to you right away,

jiggling the coins in the palm of my hand,

waving you down, on a hot summer day.

Freezing, and cold to the touch,

oh how I love you; oh so much,

the wrapper comes off so fast

the coldness in my hand,

The very first bite, so cold to my lips,

the cherry, blue raspberry and orange oh so delicious,

the cold, wonderful flavor, eat so fast before it melts.

The more you eat, the more colder you get,

suck out the juice at the bottom, oh so delicious.