In the paper one day
For making snow ice cream.
She sent my sister, two brothers,
Outside with big spoons.
Off they went out the door.
I trotted along after them
Carrying a very small one
As I was only four.
We also took a dishpan
To gather "only very white
Snow!" said mother
Emphasizing "no yellow!"
At four I thought that funny.
It was a very cold day so
I was bundled up to my nose.
But in spite of the snow
The day was quite sunny.
Inside mother got out the big
Ice cream machine, hooked
It up, then we came inside.
We watched as it churned
Round, round it went, I stood
On my tip toes to see our
Treat being made. When
It was finished we all had some.
It was the best ever, so good.
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