  To Bob and Sue, who have ice-cream, Life is a glowing, halcyon dream, While Tom stands empty by; And says, "Gee! fellers, ain't it prime? Say, I had ice-cream too, one time, And it was great! Oh, my!" Ah, beaux and belles at rout or ball, Does ice-cream on your palate pall? Is it to you no treat? You never ate it from the can, Come, patronize the Ice-Cream Man, Come down to Mulberry Street! |
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