Invasion
Join the ice cream army, as they head off to the coast
In the stationary traffic, they sit there and they roast
By the time that they arrive, the day is nearly done
Join the ice cream army as they race to catch some sun
Join the ice cream army, sitting safely on the sands
Lazing in their deckchairs with their cornets in their hands
Basking in the sunshine, laying like they’re dead
See the ice cream army, watch them all turn red
Join the ice cream army as they hurry home at night
In the stationary traffic with their skin no longer white
Glowing in the darkness like a red hot burning coal
Watch the ice cream army as the sunshine takes its toll
Join the ice cream army, on Mondays drive to town
In the stationary traffic, there’s no sign of turning brown
Flesh still glowing brightly, almost any movement hurts
Observe the ice cream army as they get their just desserts
by
John Fenn
