Hermit Crab
I watch him scurry on the sand
To find a house that's second-hand.
He crawls in someone else's shell
And stays because it fits him well.
Imagine if we did the same,
Just barged right in and staked a claim
To any empty house that fit,
Then settled down to live in it.
By Sandra Liatsos
Decorator Hermit Crab
There was a little hermit crab
Who thought his tank was rather drab.
At first he didn’t know what to do
Then decorated with pink and blue.
Now he is no longer crabby
With his new home, he's rather happy!
©2001 Vanessa Pike-Russell
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