Ripped open for consumption when convenient, Foil Tarts.
Two to a silver cocoon but in my sleeve there is room for
Only one more
Where is my sister? Do I miss her?
I think I pro’lly et her.
Ee’ry so often you get a surprise in a box,
instead, you get TERF tarts.
(Twice as bitter, make you barf)
Sprinkles pour over fingers, sticking like glitter
Take me out the box, I’ll eatcha
Beyond the Underground 