I know where they secretly hide- these proud two-legged crawlers (I've been their bane for forty years fishermen call me 'King of the marine prowlers')
their claws might be sharp like the brightest knife the trick is to hold them by their shells--- no strife
for my nimble, steady and well-trained hands last week one thousand I caught--no surprise every restaurant in town courted my favour last year I won 'The Village Best Crab-man Prize'
six hundred books on this shining creature I have read. I have written a book 'Understanding the Crab' word got round and there are a thousand crab-people by the sea now but they return home by sunset and all that they say is 'The day is crap!'