09/27/2025
On the First Day,
when the Grickle-Grog sang,
And the big brassy factory with a WHA-DING-A-BANG!
Woke up the grand masters, who never felt hazy,
The diligent workers, the Hashassins so crazy!
But who keeps the magic from turning quite sour?
And gives every worker a sprinkle of Power?
The one who ensures that the process is sound,
The Grandest of Wizards, whose name is Nevar!
Nevar the Wizard he stands ten feet tall,
With a cloak made of whispers, he watches us all.
He sits on his perch, in a tower of Gloom,
And monitors all of the Concentrate Room!
Up every day early for a Happy Rising,
Making concentrates that peeps are desiring,
Long days and longer miles,
All our peeps with ear to ear smiles!
The Hashassins they don their fine Floogle-Boots, tall and quite green,
The best little workers you ever have Seen!
And climb up the stairs, lest they Slip, Tumble, and Fall,
To the room where the sticky stuff waits for them All!
They measure the Ziz-Zags and count out the Zoos,
Then pour in the special, the secret, the Bluh-Hoos!
The Bluh-Hoos are sticky and shimmer and shine,
The flavor is something delightfully Divine!
We mix it with care, in a big, shiny Pot,
And make sure the flavor is wonderfully Hot!
Then bottle it up with a POP and a SQUISH,
Ready to hand out, with a WHIZZ and a SWISH!
From the North and the South, the East and the West,
Our customers come, for the stuff that is Best!
They zoom on their Zoops and they skid on their Skates,
All waiting in line at the factory Gates!
They gobble it down with a slurp and a Smack,
And they promise they’ll always come happily Back!
"Oh, thank you!" they cry, "for this marvelous Treat!
It makes all our days so fantastically Sweet!"
So the Hashassins keep on a-churning, and keep on a-making,
For all the fine smiles that our peeps are a-taking!
The long days get shorter, the miles turn to Glee,
For a happy day's work, that's the best thing, you See!
They all settle down when the Snuff-Snouts start snoring,
To be back in the morning for more happy Pouring!
