On a tall glass
In quite a generous mass
Cold and fluffy,
Yet somehow warm and puffy
Some praline, and nuts
With fresh banana cuts
Sensationally sweet,
Capable of a marvelous feat
of filling a stranger full
Otherwise, he won't be in a mull
Or in a daze
Just take a look at him in that sugared haze
Whether it's strawberry or mango
Or an orange doing the tango
I'd just like to add
That we like to go mad
Or we'd go for a scream
Over something cold, called: ice cream