Sweet! Sweet!

"Sweet! Sweet!

Come, come and eat,

Dear little girls

With yellow curls;

For here you'll find

Sweets to your mind.

On every tree

Sugar-plums you'll see;

In every dell

Grows the caramel.

Over every wall

Gum-drops fall;

Molasses flows

Where our river goes.

Under your feet

Lies sugar sweet;

Over your head

Grow almonds red.

Our lily and rose

Are not for the nose;

Our flowers we pluck

To eat or suck.

And, oh! what bliss

When two friends kiss,

For they honey sip

From lip to lip!

And all you meet,

In house or street,

At work or play,

Sweethearts are they.

So, little dear,

Pray feel no fear;

Go where you will;

Eat, eat your fill.

Here is a feast

From west to east;

And you can say,

Ere you go away,

'At last I stand

In dear Candy-land,

And no more can stuff;

For once I've enough.'

Sweet! Sweet!

Tweet! Tweet!

Tweedle-dee!

Tweedle-dee!"