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!
