Darker side of Nursery rhymes: I scream, you scream.

I scream,
You scream.
We all scream,
For ice cream!
The tall tale jingle would play,
And all the kids would come and sway.
Pocket change and doller bills,
They hold their hands out at will.
But there is a ghoulish tale spread far around,
About an ice cream truck thats certainly hell bound.
A tale of how children mysteriously disappear,
After hearing the jingle of the truck that appears.
No adults, no teens,
Not even animals can see.
But children squeal quietly as not to wake anyone,
While they run out the door to the street for no one.
Puzzled and confused, the door to their house shut,
And they beging to sway and chant, the wind beginning to cut.
I.... Scream....
You..... Scream....
As they chant and sway, they look up to the moon,
Meeting the face of the grim reaper all too soon.
We.... All....
Scream..... For.... Ice cream.....
And for one single second, the blood churning scream sounds,
To reveal that there is no child standing there, for they are hell bound.