There once was a crab who bared a frown and scowl, he's always on the prowl. I swear if you saw him you would run in fear. Eight people tall, has a mighty claw, his fights never ending on a draw. Heros came from a far, sailing across the sea. most end up dead or diseased. Once saw a man almost as tall as the trees, hauling a blade sharp enough to make a bandit freeze. His fate filled me with dread, when morning came, I could only bury his head. such is the toll when you seek audience with king coconut.
