If all the world were white,
The land would be ice cream,
With trees and rocks so cold an sweet,
Like a frozen, frosty dream.
Upon a misty mountaintop
Of fondant sugar frost,
An ice cream castle waits on high
For travelers who are lost.
Within its tall white chocolate walls
Are rooms of every size.
And pointed towers of waffle cones
Rise up into the skies.
Warner, Carl. A World of Food. New York: Abrams for Young Readers, 2012. Print.