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Fast asleep, a dream so sweet; but not of milk or honey.
Tossed and turned; the jollin yearned for treats that melt when sunny.
Quite obsessed, you might have guessed; some say he’s far too smitten.
Ice cream, his weakness. Without it, bleakness. There was no chance of quittin’.
Tossed and turned; the jollin yearned for treats that melt when sunny.
Quite obsessed, you might have guessed; some say he’s far too smitten.
Ice cream, his weakness. Without it, bleakness. There was no chance of quittin’.
Ice and cream, the stuff of dreams; our little Scoop indulged.
He stuffed his face at break-neck pace until his tummy bulged.
From cookie dough to rocky road to butterscotch and wafers.
To choc chip mint, you get the hint; he loved all kinds of flavours.
He stuffed his face at break-neck pace until his tummy bulged.
From cookie dough to rocky road to butterscotch and wafers.
To choc chip mint, you get the hint; he loved all kinds of flavours.
But even-so, he didn’t slow; he just continued feeding.
He used his spoon from night till noon and showed no sign of ceding.
So there he lay; his sweet-soiree so far from ever ending.
Or so he thought, but now he ought to wake and stop pretending.
He used his spoon from night till noon and showed no sign of ceding.
So there he lay; his sweet-soiree so far from ever ending.
Or so he thought, but now he ought to wake and stop pretending.
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