"Ice Cream Dreams from Drive-Thru Queens Under neon lights in the evening glow, Where engines hum and orders flow, Dreams are spun in swirls and streams, By the hands of queens with ice cream dreams. Their crowns are caps, their scepters, scoops, Crafting joy for eager groups. Through a window framed in golden light, They sweeten the edges of every night. One cone, two scoops, a voice will sing, And out they bring a frosted king. Flavors dance, a symphony 's tune, Chocolate stars beneath the moon. These drive-thru queens, with steady grace, Make every car a sacred space. For in their smiles and chilled delights, Lie dreams of summer 's endless nights."
