Crab ‘The Hermit’

Living alone in houses, not his own;

Hard outer covering, calling his home

Taking without right, from the sea molluscs;

Taking by force, to show who is the boss

The householder has no alternative;

Fight to the end, or surrender and leave

To stay is, to be killed, and so eaten;

At a time like this, do not seek fortune

In need of house, to protect soft body;

Getting what he so wants through victory

Hermit carefully making his was in;

Twisting with his soft unprotected skin

Leaving claws outside, as his fitting doors;

Opening them when ready for tours

A strong man carrying his heavy load;

Walking slowly on the sea silvery road

He usually meets with some of his friends;

Where sea shells in abundance so extends

Across the sea floor, where the Hermit roams;

After choosing the perfect secured homes