Sweet

I wrote you this song:

"Oh well, well, well,
I saw you watering the cactus,
You are most kind,
But the cactus was the soda drinking kind.

They're called Sweet-Tooth Needlers,
They grew by accident under a dripping Fanta dispenser,
They're sweeping the nation,
inspired by the illustrious sweetness hallucinations.

So find a can,
and do what you can,
that's all,
I'm out of rhymes.