It was the first day of spring
And I wanted ice cream.
I could hear the song
So I got on my bike
And followed the music.
I went down One-Thirty-Fourth
Then up Seventh Avenue.
I saw him ahead
Mr. Softee, driving slow
I put my head low
And pedaled harder.
I could taste that Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtle
Melting in my mouth.
But I should have paid
Better attention
To the greens and reds
Above my head.
The last thing I remember
Before waking up in the hospital
Is the smiling ice cream cone
On the back of that truck
And his tinkling song.
If you want ice cream
Always wear your helmet.
Hit by a car
