By Anisa Schardl, Lauren Wagner, and Amelia Hadler
I see no V's on these forsaken sands
And all the former shells are gone to rest.
This lonely beach was ground by human hands
Which ruined then my mole crab's only nest.
Long hours beneath a beating sun we toiled
To find some crabs for whom man's hearts of pain
Have found a way, their homes not to have soiled,
But that which once was now is gone again.
But these poor creatures never had a chance,
For humans rule the world and mercy lack.
We pray upward for their deliverance.
Oh, we can only hope that they come back.
Now let us heave a long and outward sigh
For this, our poor mole crab's last lullaby.