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The ice-cream man is coming

Pulling up his little van

The ice-cream man is coming

Run while you can

 

The ice-cream man is coming.

Better hurry fast-

No, no! Not to him,

My child, away!

Quick!

Or not longer shall you last…

 

The ice-cream man is here.

Music plays, innocently sweet

But the dark undertone, for those who can hear,

Well, it sweeps them off their feet.

 

 

 

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