I remember Harry Green,
An icecream man 'of note'.
He started with a tricycle,
But later, had a float.
We'd meet him at the bottom
And 'help' him to the top.
He'd share between the four of us
A 'Snowfruit' lollipop.
I think he was a Yorkshireman,
(He may have been frorn Lancs)
To whom, or where he came from,
I'd like to give my thanks.
His 'High Class Icecream Parlour'
(The first I ever saw)
Had just been newly opened,
When closed down by the war.
I don't know where he went to,
I only know he's gone,
And poor old Mrs. Harry Green
Just couldn’t carry on.
But if he's with St. Peter,
I'm sure it's very nice
To leave off playing harps and things
To eat a chocolate ice ......
