As the little crab climbed
To the top of the basket
Hoping to make an escape
The bigger crabs pulled him down
And when the consignment
Did reach the market place
The Fisherman’s son was delighted
To find a small crab in the bag
He picked it up carefully
Drooling at the thought of soup
But this time the little crab
Reacted fast, he bit the boy’s hand
Falling quickly to the ground
As the child reduced his grip
Undaunted by the crack in his shell
He scuttled away in search of
A safer place, far away from
Fishing baskets, boys and big crabs.
What a wise little crab! I hope that he lived happily ever after.Charming, Sandra. Always your friend, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
good story telling...you have tried a metaphor and a message- a bit of both...which is more of them there you decide! ...10