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.