Blessed are the appeasers
For they shall eat malteasers

Only stars eat mars bars
Don’t be dorky eat a yorkie

I pine for dime bar goodness
Eat a kit Kat chunky you young monkey

Buy me some flying saucers or I’ll divorce you
I’d like some fruit pastilles my fine friend
and don’t pretend you don’t like maoam
Be a sport and pass me some all sorts
I’d like to nab some dib dabs
Crunchies are fine to munchie all the way to wrapper
Speaking of rappers eat some M and Ms
Don’t whisper theirs plenty to eat
and before we are done
Don’t forget to run off these treats for being fats no fun.