Pop…Pop…Popsicle!
Popsicle Popsicle 
Drip Drip Dropsicle
Dribbling Yellow rivers Of banana juice run down my chin.
My mouth is an icy cave Of coolness with melting bites Of flavored ice
The sticky, chilly moments of popsicle time!
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