Has yer supple ear caught wind, of The Candyman's Game?
Oh it all starts, when ye utter his name...

From the corner of yer eye, The Candyman jumps, beaming with glee,
Now ye have to answer, his Riddles Three:

RIDDLE #1:
What makes the world go 'round and 'round, and turns around a little boy's frown?

RIDDLE #2:
What fuels me hunger and makes me stronger, so that I can dance a little while longer?

RIDDLE #3:
Ye can pull it while warm, but it shatters when chill'd—
If ye consume too much, yer teeth will get drill'd!

Yer life will be fun, yer life will be dandy,
For the answer to all three, is simply quite candy!

When you finish his riddles he does something neat!
He pulls out a feather, and tickles your feet!

He tickles the left,
Then tickles the right—
Oh, he'll tickle your feet, all day and night!

Ye walk, ye run, ye jump, ye hop!
He tickles yer feet, no matter how hard ye stomp!

Eventually ye run out of breath,
and he tickles you, 'til your ticklish death!

In yer Los Angeles castle, ye might be cozy at night,
But I hope ye think of me, and it gives ye a fright!

Oh I hope ye have nightmares, of peanut brittle, and peppermint bark—
'Cus when I roll up on ye son, I won't be there to talk!

Before ye hop off to bed, pray to the white chocolate moon above,
'Cause you've got a golden ticket, to being ♥♥♥♥♥ by me glove!

If ye'd rather not partake in The Candyman's Game,
Oh, Hasan Piker, ye shouldn't utter me name!