i was in the candy store
with my sister on the floor
i went to get some ice cream
to stop in my tracks for a choclate glore
ate all my ice cream and wanted more
but i had no more cash
at home i had it in a stash
for home i tried to dash
to remember that my sister threw it in the trash
i felt kind of mad
and felt kind of sad
because i knew it was gone
so i hung my head down low
and knew i felt so
terrible was the word
so now i dont get any ice cream
what a vary bad dream
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I would like to translate this poem
Aw man, no more ice cream, blah,