Vanilla and strawberry, some sprinkles, a flake.
A much nicer ice cream you just couldn’t make.
I wait for the jingling bells of delight,
then i’de run to the van as it rolled into sight.
It’s windows are packed with all manner of treats.
From the softest of creams to it’s colourful sweets.
A new fifty pence used to buy you a dream
when those hot summers days would all stop for ice cream.