Harry The Hermit

Harry, the happy Hermit Crab,
Was looking for a home,
And so each day as on the beach
Young Harry used to roam.

He hunted for cozy house
That might have been to let
Somewhere to keep him safe and warm,
Out of the cold and wet.

One day he found a big whelk shell-
The way in lay open wide,
So quick as lighting, Harry Crab
Was sitting safe inside.

“Oh, what a lovely home!” he said,
When fishes came to call.
“I didn’t popped in, that’s all!”

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke