Oh, biscuit tin, you humble vessel,
A treasure trove of treats, a treasure chest.
Your lid adorned with colorful scenes,
A feast for the eyes, a world of dreams.
From chocolate digestives to hobnobs galore,
Your contents never disappoint, and evermore.
A crunchy bite, a buttery melt,
A taste of heaven, a biscuit felt.
Oh, biscuit tin, you're more than just a tin,
You're a symbol of comfort, where joy begins.
A gathering place for friends and kin,
Where biscuits are shared, and stories begin.