Why Did You Do That

I have my head in the sand, buried down deep. Something comes along, and pinches. The creep! I bring out my face and there is sand in my eyes. The lobster that pinched me is thrown to the skies. I wanted to eat that said a stork passing by. I gave him a kick and he started to cry. Why did you do that? Asked my comrade in arms. It’s what donkeys do, I told him with all of my charms.