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.



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