Oh Little Sundae Dipper

Oh Little Dipper Dipper, what are you dipping for? the sweetly vast vanilla seas, or ginger cookie shores? Oh little starlit ladle, what swirls within your cup? a batch of cotton candy clouds you gently gathered up? Or maybe licorice lava, cooled from swaying in the night. Or maybe bits of sour sun and rays of lemon light. Oh little diamond dipper, if something tipped your tin, would sugar flakes begin to fall? would chocolate rain descend? If ice cream comets tumbled, be they pink or white or brown, I wouldn't wear my boots or coat, nor would I wear a frown. 'Cause Little Sundae Dipper, dad and I believe that that's okay-- 'cause everything's worth dipping for within our Milky Way!