My Buddy the Crab
I took a walk with my buddy the crab,
The sky was dark and rather drab,
He was looking for a fresh fish to eat,
And I was trying to escape the heat.
As we walked I realized,
A crab in a pot is a great prize,
I took a walk with my buddy the crab,
The sky was dark and rather drab,
I was fixing a fresh crab to eat,
And he was trying to escape the heat.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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