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When summer's in the city,
And brick's a blaze of heat,
The Ice-cream Man with his little cart
Goes trundling down the street.
Beneath his round umbrella.
Oh, what a joyful sight.
To see him fill the cones with mounds
Of cooling brown and white:
Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry,
Or chilly things to drink
From bottles full of frosty-fizz,
Green, orange, white, or pink.
His cart might be a flower bed,
of roses and sweet peas,
The way the children cluster round
As thick as honeybees.

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