Little But for me His daughter With hair that swings Like jump ropes They’re free: Papa drives a of helados and snow cones The music of arrival Playing block After block It’s summer now The sun is bright As a hot dime. You need five Shiny ones For a snow cone: Strawberry and root beer Grape that stains The mouth with laughter, Orange that’s a tennis ball Of snow You stab With a red-striped straw We have green lime And dark-cola And we have An umbrella of five colors. When the truck stops, The kids come running. Some barefoot, Some in t-shirts That end at the Cyclone knot Of belly buttons. Some in swimming Trunks and dripping from a sprinkler On a brown lawn. I’m twelve going On thirteen And I know what’s what When it comes to snow cones Packed with the flat Of a hand and laced With a gurgle Of surgary water
Little But for me His daughter With hair that swings Like jump ropes They’re free: Papa drives a of helados and snow cones The music of arrival Playing block After block It’s summer now The sun is bright As a hot dime. You need five Shiny ones For a snow cone: Strawberry and root beer Grape that stains The mouth with laughter, Orange that’s a tennis ball Of snow You stab With a red-striped straw We have green lime And dark-cola And we have An umbrella of five colors. When the truck stops, The kids come running. Some barefoot, Some in t-shirts That end at the Cyclone knot Of belly buttons. Some in swimming Trunks and dripping from a sprinkler On a brown lawn. I’m twelve going On thirteen And I know what’s what When it comes to snow cones Packed with the flat Of a hand and laced With a gurgle Of surgary water
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