Invasion

Join the ice cream army, as they head off to the coast In the stationary traffic, they sit there and they roast By the time that they arrive, the day is nearly done Join the ice cream army as they race to catch some sun Join the ice cream army, sitting safely on the sands Lazing in their deckchairs with their cornets in their hands Basking in the sunshine, laying like they’re dead See the ice cream army, watch them all turn red Join the ice cream army as they hurry home at night In the stationary traffic with their skin no longer white Glowing in the darkness like a red hot burning coal Watch the ice cream army as the sunshine takes its toll Join the ice cream army, on Mondays drive to town In the stationary traffic, there’s no sign of turning brown Flesh still glowing brightly, almost any movement hurts Observe the ice cream army as they get their just desserts © John W Fenn 04-06-2009