We All Scream For Ice Cream
We All Scream for Ice Cream
Growing up in Berkeley
With my father
Was quite an experience
He had weird food tastes
Particularly ice cream
Just strange taste buds
In his tongue I suppose
He would come home
From the store
With the strangest vice cream flavors
On a hot summer day
But on occasion
He brought home
The basic strawberry,
Vanilla and chocolate
Along with the peppermint
Which was my favorite
Never did get
Pumpkin pie ice cream though.
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