Oh, biscuit tin

Why must you be

On the top shelf

Where I can't reach

I’ll have to get

The foldaway steps

So I can see

I’m on my tippy toes

My fingers stretched out

A woman on the edge

Trying not to fall down

All I crave is Jammie Dodger

Why must you be

So out of my grasp

I know I'm on a diet

But two with a cuppa

Won't hurt me much

Oh, Biscuit tin

Oh, Biscuit tin

Why must you be

Just. Out. Of. Touch.