poem ice-cream man

I have read this poem from my book
                                               

                                  when summer's in the city                                                                   and brick's a blaze of heat
                               the ice-cream man with his little cart
                             goes trundling down the street.


                                   beneath his round umbrella
                                 oh, what a joyful sight
                                to see him fill the cones with mounds
                             of cooling brown and white

                                   vanilla,chocolate,strawberry
                                 or chilly things to drink
                                from bottles full of frosty-fizz
                             green,orange,white or pink
         
                                   his cart might be a flower bed
                                 of roses and sweet peas
                                the way the children cluster round
                             as thick as honeybees