Who am I you ask...
I'm a hermit crab
A very boring being
I lead, a life quite drab
A stern and silent fellow
Whose life's very still
I'm all about this shell
That's not even mine
Without it I'm frail
And the mollusc doesn't mind
My exoskeleton is rather weak
I'm a softie creep
Nature tinkers, not good designs make
I'm brittle, extremely easy to break
That's why I have to steal
Now you know why
There isn't any other way
I can't even cry
Oh you're still here
You rather like my oyster
The world isn't enough I see
Are you a shell collector?
You want it all, even my roof?
Just a souvenir to remember the land
Keep it lying gathering dust
While I die, scorched by the sand
Well you disgust me human
I'm considering a pinch
Run away before I decide
Crustaceans don't flinch
