"...Geev eet to meeee"

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream.

I can still smell the burning plastic seats in my Grandad's old Simca when I hear that rhyme. By the time you reached the beach you already had third degree burns on the back of your thighs. Aye, the youngsters today have got it so easy.

(If you go LARGE you'll see it's a real sign and not a really bad piece of super-imposing)