Crabs like to go out. Always on the scout. Gadding about. They lock their waterfront doors. Elbow their way with force through the creatures of the shores. But when two crabs meet they usually just clam up. Being a taciturn breed they often just shut up. For talking is a moral feat they keep it to a short : "Yup!" "Long time, no sea!" One insolent crab once chided. "Tough tides, wouldn’t you agree?" was the answer and off they glided. Just like the older folks they dare not leave the sidewalks. They call themselves -showing esprit- pedestrians of the shallow sea. (doowop) So when you pull a crab’s leg, to eat with bread and egg, honour it as a marine Touareg