The Ice Creeeaam Truck!

Keen ears take cues through sirens, screams and laughs.

To hell with milk intolerance or gas.

Focus and determination must shift.

Both legs are on the ground, Hopsctoch be damned.

The Red Light, Green Light can feel free to scram.

There is no time for hiding and seeking.

No ice cream for the ones who kept peeking.

Freeze tag heats up as the truck rounds the bend.

Robbing my piggybank to bless a friend.

Screams for cash echo through the sun soaked streets.

Kids hoop and holler if they sense defeat.

Toasted Almond for Mom, whateves for Dad.

Keep it simple, nothing too weird or strange.

By all means, remember to bring home change.