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![]() IN summer when the sun is high,
And children's lips are parched and dry, An ice is just the thing to try. So this young man who comes, 'tis plain,
From Saffron Hill or Leather Lane, A store of pence will quickly gain. " A lemon ice for me," says Fred ;
Cries Sue, "No, have a cream instead." "A raspberry!" shouts Newsboy Ned. "What fun! Although we're now in June,
It feels "—says Ned—" this afternoon, Like eating winter with a spoon!"
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