We give thanks to the crabbers...
at Christmas time...
They work so hard...
for nary a dime...
They go out late...
To plant their traps...
They load ‘em up...
With chicken scraps...
Then they wait...
For time to elapse...
Will they catch a haul...
Well, perhaps...
We celebrate...
When their haul is good...
They feed us well...
And thank them we should...
So hug a crabber...
When they return to shore...
This Christmas season...
And ever more...
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