I may be getting older,
Gaining weight, gaining wrinkles.
But the truth that remains self-evident is,
I love ice cream with sprinkles.
When I was an little bitty gator,
My Mamma would toss me in a crater.
I crawled back out to find something to chomp.
But I couldn’t get a waiter,
So I told them, “Later.”
Wound up taking a romp right through the swamp.
I like chicken,
I like beef.
Put some food,
Between my teef!
Straight from the oven, it’s piping hot.
With speed so fast, I would shame a cheetah,
Molten cheese fuses to the roof of my mouth.
There’s nothing worse than a sneaky pizza!
Looked in the mirror this morning,
Much less hair and many more wrinkles.
Enough to drive a man into the darkness.
Not me though, I have ice cream, with sprinkles!
I tried to think of happier thoughts,
True love, Christmas or ice cream cones.
They couldn’t compete with the sheer delight,
Of Sammy chomping on alligator bones.
Working in an industrial park,
Is a fine place to make a buck.
But although “park” is in its name,
There is never an ice cream truck.
I cursed out my alarm clock,
It was such a pleasant dream.
All alone in bed, I was
With chocolate chip ice cream.