I have a friend who is a crab;
Her shell is dark and dank.
She sat inside, her face to hide
From hopes and dreams that sank.
My friend the crab, with pincers sharp,
Still feared the great unknown.
She sat inside, her face to hide,
Sad, hopeless, and alone.
Days did pass before that crab
Did venture, go outside.
That friendless crab made friends so dear,
Her face ne’er ‘gain did hide.