Square Ice Cream

Along the Snake River and through the mountains

To Grandma's house we went. 

Always a stop 

At the “Square Ice Cream Shop” 

In Swan Valley our money we spent. 

I didn't dare ask. 

Just hoped not to pass. 

Maybe Dad wanted a Maplenut treat. 

Sometimes he drove past,

Then doubled back 

To give us a scare. Such a tease! 

Ice cream cone in hand 

The true test began. 

Could I keep it square to the end? 

A lick up each side 

And one 'cross the top, 

I worked as swift as I could. 

But, alas, my nose ached! 

Melting cone he would take 

And round off the edges and drips. 

No more square ice cream passed my lips!