My Brother's Secret Admirer

So my ten-year-old brother has a secret admirer....a secret admirer with two different styles of handwriting who loves stupid poetry, and does not think out what they write. He received a small box with two notes and candy...

The first note reads "I think you're sweet. Like this candy. The way you make my heart beat, I think is dandy. Your secret admirer. Here's a clue to who I am, Bipity Bopity Alakazam, To guess who it is, you must be a whiz. The clue is: I like singing and Cheeta stuff."

The second note, in a different handwriting, reads "If you figure out who I am and you like me, Meet me at snaok breeak. I will then recite a rhyme. (scribbles) And then (^you will) recite the poem (scribbles) enclosed. If not say (scribbles) NO. I will be alone. I want you when the shades of eve are falling And purpling shadows deift across the land. When sleeping burds to loving mates are calling-I want the softness of your hand."
The varied handwriting makes me suspect it is a group of girls trying to make my poor little brother look stupid by reciting crappy poetry. The writer(s) also conflicts themselves often in the elaborate plans. Nice try girls!