Harvest
Hark, everyone, one and all,
like crabs on rocks, on earth we crawl,
minding tides that rise and fall,
I say unto you.
Vast, long-suffering, scuttling horde,
welcome our new leader and lord,
a bountiful harvest our just reward,
Now we are crab stew.
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