The Best DayOh boy! Here comes the ice-cream man.Such joy only he can bring.I raise up my dime, high in my hand.“Please give me a cold treat.” I sing.With a nod and a smile; he hands me a pop,Its color, red, white and blue.My mouth waters in anticipation.My hands knowing exactly what to do.I rip off the paper and gaze upon,Happiness on a stick.I could not wait any longer,So I gave it a savoring lick.From out of the blue m...