The All Time Snowball Kings Poem by A. P. Hancock

Let's ride our bikes this afternoon, to Jay Al's snowball place
You know you like that spearmint green, come on let's have a race

We'll get ourselves a jumbo cup, and pay for double cream
We'll sit out under the water oaks, and dream ourselves a dream

We'll watch the people come and go, and wonder who they are
We'll each pretend to be real cool, like a teenage movie star

We'll stick our tongues out just to see, the colors they've become
We'll laugh and laugh and laugh some more, tweedle dee and tweedle dumb

We'll play ourselves a game or two, of something red I spy
We'll go out in the field to watch, the paper dragons fly

And as the day begins to end, we'll ride and shout and sing
And declare ourselves forevermore, the all time snowball kings