Rita's Cosmic Escape

She's sure she can crunch, she can crunch She can munch, while the screen glows, ah, it tastes good Look at Rita chilling! She's got her Fruity Pebbles Star Trek on replay Her deadlines forgotten Oh it's her vice, her sweet escape Fruity crunch, in colors so brave While the Enterprise flies, her world stands still Her family calls, but she's lost in thrill [Verse 2] Those sugary bites, with Kirk and Spock by her side Neglected chores, and her work's pushed aside The dishes pile (they're mountains now) As she reaches for another bowl, can't stop it somehow Her phone buzzes, she doesn't glance, no time Just another crunch, another episode, sublime [Chorus] The laundry waits, and deadlines loom But Rita's in the stars, avoiding doom