The Legend of Mashti Malone

Once in a time and a place little known,
lived an old farmer named Mashti Malone.
And though he worked his poor hands to the bone,
nothing would grow in his land except stone.

Then one day, as he was sitting alone,
he saw a vision from heaven full blown.
It was a rose chilled with cream in a cone
and from that vision a legend has grown.

Rosewater ice cream, your taste buds will moan,
Dozens more flavors, each on its own.
Guaranteed to put you on Heaven-Zone.
So goes the legend of Mashti Malone.