The Little Crab's Home

Upon a beach of golden sand, Where ocean waves did softly land, A tiny crab, with eyes so bright, Was searching for a home, just right.

He scuttled 'round, a hurried dash, Beneath the sun's warm, golden splash, Looking left, and looking right, For a cozy shell, a welcoming sight.

Then swooping down, a greedy gull, With feathers white and loud “Caw-cull!” He spied the crab, a tasty treat, And planned a snatch, oh what a feat!

"That shell you seek, it shines so grand, Would look much better in my hand!" The seagull cried, with beady eyes, As he tried to seize the crab's small prize.

The crab, so quick, began to flee, Toward a pile beneath a tree, Of shells abandoned, smooth and round, Scattered carelessly on the ground.

He peeked inside a conch so wide, But it was far too dark to hide. He checked a scallop, pearly white, But it was much too small and tight.

Then, at the bottom of the heap, A perfect shell, no longer deep, But roomy, strong, and colored blue, The crab cried, "This one will surely do!"

He slipped inside, a perfect fit, Away from gull and sandy grit. The seagull cried, "Oh, what a shame!" As the crab found comfort in his brand new home!