Atop the Ice Capped Mountain

Atop the ice capped mountain Residing in my cup There flowed a creamy lava A marshmallow cover up The snow was flavored chocolate Though the vast selection varies With choices of all colors From Honeydews to Cherries Perhaps by now you’ve guessed it This frozen, fun delight We would call them snowballs Joy for any summer’s night Sno-cone, shaved ice, snow ball A frigid alias, all three No matter what you call it Tonight, it's Egg Custard for me!