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 summer when the sun is high,
 * And children's lips are parched and dry,

An ice is just the thing to try So this young man who comes, 'tis plain,
 * From Saffron Hill or Leather Lane,

A store of pence will quickly gain. "A lemon ice tor me," says Fred;
 * Cries Sue, "No, have a cream instead."

"A raspberry!" shouts Newsboy Ned. "What fun! Although we're now in June,
 * It feels"—says Ned—"this afternoon,

Like eating winter with a spoon!"