Ice Cube Pie

I always wanted two slices of ice cube pie “You only get one”, was the standard reply. I don’t know why I did But since I was a kid It was my favorite treat on the Fourth of July. The pastry is known by all our relations Since the recipe’s passed down for generations. Every bite you’ll savoir Exceptional flavor But remember, don’t settle for imitations Long ago, my great Aunt tried experiments By leaving out one of the ingredients. Once Uncle took a bite He stared out in fright And barely survived that bad experience. My oldest son, Johnny became quite wise He grew up like the others, before our eyes. His passion for confection Was a gainful connection When he opened the first ice cube pie franchise. Soon after that, we made our first million And played in the sun with friendly Brazilians. But to our surprise We saw ice cube pies On bamboo platters next to our pavilion Right away we knew this was an infraction Without delay our family took action. We found a private eye Who loved our ice pie But his research left him broken in traction. It was apparent to us that that kind of job Was endorsed by the brutal ice cube pie mob. But we didn’t frown Or give up and back down We were going to prevail; oh, yes siree, Bob! With a meeting of minds we gathered resources And then undersigned the following courses. To make sure our ices Sold at cut-rate prices To knock competition off its high horses. So back at the shop we assembled platoons To build enough pies to reach to the moons. And made plenty dough That allowed us to mow Down the cube racket’s, knuckle dragging goons. We now manage an ice cube pie monopoly Sales started smooth, but then turned choppily. So we eased the frustration With another vacation But guess what we saw in downtown Mexicali?!