Let’s read together: The Ice cream Man di Rachel Field

When summer’s in the city,
And brick’s a blast of heat,
Ibe Ice Cream Man with his little cart
Goes trundling, down the street.

Beneath his round umbrella,
Oh, what a joyful sight,
To see hina fill thc cones with mounds
Of cooling brown or white:

Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry.
Or chilly things to drink
From bottles full of frosty-fizz.
Green, orange, white, or pink.

His cart might be a flower bed
Of roses and sweet peas,
The way the children cluster round
As thick as honeybees.