Infinite Frame

It spreads wide like it's gliding across my table

That frill unfolding is so clean

Set it down and back away slowly

Six wheels, one mission. Can you name it?

From my palm to the Ice Age. Sound on

One horn, six legs, full armor. Name it

It keeps growing and growing and growing

The lure comes last and it's worth the wait

Press, click, wings. Nobody guesses this one

Those back plates rising is peak satisfying