Hurry Up Slowpoke-Take My Hand

“Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the little boy to his dad. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice on 2nd Street” “Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the boy, who was now a teenager, to his girlfriend. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice up on the avenue.” “Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the teenager, who was now a father, to his son. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice just off the bypass.” “Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand”, said the father, who was now a grandfather, to his grandson. “Wait until you taste the cherry water ice at the community center. One day, the grandfather felt like having a little cherry water ice, then he heard a voice say: “Hurry up slowpoke-take my hand. Wait until you taste the water ice in Heaven.”