"Twelve o'clock"
The clock was preaching
Hurly burly swept my kitchen
Some unknown chemical reaction
rolled into a mass formation
of ice-cream forged civilization
in the icebox of my fridge

Froze they rose it was so funky
Chocolate-chip and Chunky-monkey
Creamy creatures, plump and painted
in all rainbow-colors flavors
No wasted time they've built a bridge
all the way down from the fridge
to the dirty dishes ridge

Pined their flag on Mount Plates top
in a piece of flouting soap
Thus I found my messy kitchen
subdued by their frozen legion
They even formed a frost religion
In an igloo cold and nice
They prayed their prayers to Jesus Ice

My floor flourished with their cities
Clubs were playing ICE-N'-ROLL ditties
Strawberry and Lemon did the shake dance
(for them mixing is a real romance)
Fast food counters there's a dozen
serve their fish and chips utterly frozen
And look! those houses made of butter
One is sweeter then the other!

I woke up early the next morning
and opened slow
the creaking kitchen door, with dawn
There was no sign for them, but weird...
in the icebox of my fridge
the ice-cream was all gone!