A sorta rhyming Ode to the Ice (Cream) Truck

We were playing outside with the water table (I know, shocking)

When a glorious sound could be heard down the street.
Jacob stopped in his tracks, did a little jig with his feet
and cried aloud -- "Ice Truck, ice truck."
Testing their luck
Jacob and Mike ran for the house to the window upstairs
And waited for the truck to pass and see all its wares.

So they waited.

And waited...

and waited some more (this is when Mike started to get nervous).

FINALLY!

Then it took him forever to go to sleep.