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!"