Crab

Crabs, beautiful crabs I likes The little crabs in river sides The big crabs catches from sea Crabs, beautiful crabs I notices. Crabs in river side mud In the mud holes they takes rest Coming from the mud holes in groups Crabs its peculiar body creature A wonder creation of nature. Crabs have a wonderful weapon To survive from the enemies The catch the preys with its hands Just like the hand of an earth mover Crabs the creature highly sensitive When they notices tries to hid fast In their mud holes or to the river water They are talented to escape like a criminal. From the hands of authorities and punishment Crabs caught craftily and sold A delicious sea food people exclaims But I see crabs a poor creature Destined to live in fear and suspicion Crabs of different varieties and colors A wonderful living being in water sources Always they are busy, we see if noticed In fact crabs are a helpless creature.