Tara

Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream
Once it was two-four a dime
He held her close and they danced on the lawn
And she whispers "who cares about time"

Tara is the young girl in parliament square
Sells ice cream from the bicycle cart
With her golden blonde hair, she's the head of the square
With the deedest, and dover the heart
And old folks, and young folks, and lovers and all
Scrambles to Tara to find
That the joy of a lick, from a popsicle stick
Is somehow unchanged by time

Tara sells ice cream on parliament square
To the old man who sits with his cane
And he stares at the ground, as the ice cream slides down off the stick
As he ponders it then
He closes his hands, as his eyes fill with tears
For he knows, there is no hand to hold
And he tilts down his cap, and he smiles at the bat
The tears,or the toys or the old

Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream
Once it was two-four a dime
He held her close and they danced on the lawn
And she whispers "who cares about time"

And the old lady just sitting one bench away, she lives in the same world alone
She caresses her cat, and she picks up her hat, and decides it's time to go home
And Tara rides off, on her bicycle cart
And her little belt goes it's tune
And the old man gets up, and he wipes of his chin, and he shuffles on home to his room

Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream
Once it was two-four a dime
He held her close and they danced on the lawn
And she whispers "who cares about time"

It's Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream
Once it was two-four a dime
He held her close and they danced on the lawn
And she whispered "who cares about time"

It's Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream

It's Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream

It's Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream

It's Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream

It's Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream

It's Popsicles, fudgisicles, shortcake ice cream
[Fade Out]