The Red Sovereign

Ahhhh... (ahhhh)

Crimson scales of sweet desire

Cast in molds of silent grace

No cold ocean could inspire This sacred,

sugary embrace

From the northern seas they guide us

With a flavor so divine

No mere candy stands beside us

For this red shape,

we align!

Swedish Fish! Oh, crimson treasure!

Swimming through the halls of time!

Sweetest joy beyond all measure Glorious,

supreme, sublime! (sublime!)

Soft and chewy, star of glory

In the darkness, shining bright

Every bite recounts the story

Of the red tide in the night

No

net can hold you!

No wave can fold you!

Born of the mold,

forever bold!

Swedish

Fish...

(Swedish Fish...)

Forever sweet...