Crabbily Dressed For Dancing Partners
To scuttle through the shallows with my claws stretched wide
To burrow in the shadow of the dunes
To browse across the coral where the plankton hide
To write graffiti on the surf in runes
{Chorus}:Oh, this is the life for a crab, my lads, as it was and always will be
So across the mud flats I shall polish my spats and tip you my salty trilby
To taste so succulent when dipped in lemon butter
To slide across the palate just like silk
To cause the glibbest connoisseur to stutter
To feel yourself sauteed with buttermilk
{Chorus}:Oh, this is the death of a crab, my lads, as we call for the head waiter
So we find ourselves boiled and heartily savored both now and also later
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Kansas Sam, F. |
Poem finished: | 13th August 2004 by Beefy. |