On Being a Hermit Crab

Oh, What Hell
To Be
In a Shell!
It’s So Unkind
To Be So Confined
With No Room To Move
Or Get Into The Groove
This Inner Space
Is Such a DisGrace
I Gotta Get Outta This Place!

I’ll Squeeze Through The Gap
Out Into The Light
Oh, But It’s Much Too Bright!
And My Body’s Pap!
It’s Not So Cool
To Be In This Pool

There’s a Hole New World Out Here
And It Makes Me Feel Queer!
Perhaps It Might Be As Well
To Be In a Shell
Where I Won’t Feel Bare
Look! There’s One Over There!

So, What the Hell
I’ll Be Me In a Shell!

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