The trees that are poking through the cream
Are thriving off the magic of the chocolate stream
The pink piles of ice are cotton candy clumps
All the trees grow from colorful lollipop stumps
If you sleep on the white ice cream it is as soft as a feather
And just take a moment to appreciate the weather
Here it rains ginger ale and ice cream floats
That run on currents of wind, towards you in boats
It is more sweetness and joy than you can understand
Ah the wonders awaiting you upon Ice Cream Island
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