Rock pools lie glassy, shimmering with heat
Shattered to shards by tiny splashing feet
Red buckets and nets, hear children at play
Squeals of laughter by the beach for the day
Nets hoping to find a crab in their catch
From his warm seaweed bed he is snatched from his patch
Then at the campsite, he’s put in a pot
Bubbling water, he starts to get hot
Boiling he feels he’s being ripped at the seams
Frantically tapping and letting out screams
Out on the grass the kids play and giggle
Can’t hear him scream, tap, struggle or wriggle
They’re hungry for tea before it gets late
And smile as his corpse is put on their plate.