Mr Frosty

I started to follow along and hum the tune in my head.

Da da da dah da . . .

I knew the song.  The more I listened, the more I understood.

It was the old song from the neighborhood ice cream truck.  From when I was little.

Mister, mister something.  I searched my memory as I lay in bed.

Mr. Frosty!

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