Beware the Candyshots, my son!
The jaws that smile, while pouring shnapps!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The girly names and Bandersnatch!
She took her candy sword in hand:
To fill in while our Southy's out --
She rested by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought she poured,
The Candyshots, while blowing flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And poured us things with candy names!
Bazooka Joes! White Gummy Bears!
The candy blade went snicker-snack!
She slew us sweet, and left us asking
"dude, what the shit was that?"
"And, has thou slain the Saints DJs?
Come to my arms, my Baby Dragon!
What sneaky shots! Callooh! Callay!"
Ian chortled loudly laughing.
`Twas Swish was there, Nikiya too
Did gyre and gimble in the sweet;
Best mimsy up your borogoves,
if Dr. Candyshots you meet
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