When daddy would make ice cream on a hot Saturday night

he would pack in crushed ice and rocksalt just right

he would turn and churn and churn

  vanilla dreams in our minds burned

with every pull of the handle up and down 

our eyes were open wide as we all sat around

whoever was the quietest got to lick the paddle

unless he went to mama and started to-tattle

who could sit quietly while anticipation grew

There was never a drop left when we were through

Mama put Ice Cream dreams in our heads 

Helped us to fall fast sleep in our beds

Making homemade Ice cream on a Saturday night

None of us could wait to get that first bite

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