Cone-shaped baskets tied to secret wires,
Tiny tots seated in thrilling attires.
Moving from east to west, in a round form,
Sugary frozen drops swirl like a storm.
Kids playing, splashing with snow balls of tang,
Pilfering yumm strawberry fudge from the gang.
I wish I could have Doraemon's gadget,
To put luscious candies in the budget.
Excitement churns, hoping a dream come true,
Abundant ice-cream always appears few.
