Skull smoke from three smokestacks
The great moon cackles
A radio antenna designed like a spider's web
It's a candy shop owned by three witches
With the first witch the patissiere
The second witch is the chocolatier
The third witch is the glaciere
On Halloween night, they can't miss
First, completely smash up a pumpkin
Next is chocolate. Two different kinds of batter
Pile them on each other. With roasted cream
Decorate with various candies
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Make it delicious. Sprinkle on. Magic
A fattening ghost. Why does it tap its cheeks?
The boiling saucepan groans, sugar
With a sweet voice, together, by all means
Eat it
The eldest is named Fraisier
The second is named Orangette
The third is named Granita
The three candy sisters
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Are they dead? Or are they alive?
Let's try it, lift your pinky and scoop
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Lick to taste. The spreading flavor
“Is the secret ingredient a bit of malice?”
“Marvelous.”
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The dead, and the living
Eat and dance. The flavor trapped in your cheeks
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Make it candy. It's a party
We're waiting on the boastful flavor
On “Halloween”