My family started eating,
My mom came back from reading.
She says she doesn’t want to eat
And just takes her seat.
My mom goes to the refrigerator,
Asks What’s greater
Than Ice Cream?
I don’t know, I respond.
But what if it’s made of a pond?
Wish you can have it,
At least a bit.
I watch her take the first bite,
Ignoring the bright light.
I don’t want it,
Not even a bit.
Ice Cream.
A gas string of cold steam.
Ice Cream.
Sometimes a person’s dream.
Ice Cream,
Ice cream.
Just one simple
Ice cream.
Ice Cream.
There’s no theme,
No purpose,
I won’t eat it.
Ice Cream.
All right, I’ll eat it.
Just a little,
I think it’ll
Be fine.