I once saw you standing at the door of my workroom.
And had invited me for an ice cream at the parlour.
I suddenly said yes, how I love to join.
So I stood and there we walked along the corridor!

Ice cream was cold but I got a warm invitation.
Smiles were flowing along with the chilled cream on my cone.
Oh, I love short breaks with this fellow from the other room.
Is he an angel or just someone needing my little attention?

From then on works became feather on my shoulder.
Weekends were never been felt six days farther.
Cause every afternoon I got someone to walk on home.
So I hope and pray that I may keep this one for my own.

Oh, thank God for this workplace.
And I thank You for the ice cream on my cone.
Can others also have some ice cream please?
So they’ll find someone to walk on home.

Oh, my sundaes come on Mondays or Wednesdays.
And if I got lucky I got it everyday.
For a week I tasted all the flavours on display.
Wish all the ice cream in the world wouldn’t melt away!