Icky, sticky, gooey, ooey,
Lime popsicles make me say "Mmm, mmm, gooey"
Bright green, sticky as ever,
But never icky like this hot weather.
That make me stay cool, like a breeze of air,
But it is a tease when there are not there.
The hot sun makes them melt,
And oh what a gulit when they have all been dealt.
Keep them in the freezer until ready to be enjoyed.
They are a treat to make little children jump for joy.
Have them fresh, as fresh as can be,
We deserve nothing but the best, along with the bees.
Icky, sticky, gooey, ooey,
That's how I like my lime popsicles,
"Mmm, mmm, ooey"