Crabby Crabby, building strong

In Dacardia all day long;

What incomparable hand or eye,

Could frame thy mighty symmetry?

Lania! Lania Cragg!

In what distant kilns or skies,

Burnt the solder for thine eyes? I did. Me. Lania. In the Crabulator.

On what claws dare she aspire?

What the hand, dare stoke the fire?

Again. Mine. Lania Cragg's.

And what builder, and what art,

Could twist the screws in on thy heart?

And when thy claws began to pinch,

What strong hand? Who dare not flinch?

Only Neopia's greatest builder! Who is me, of course.

What the hammer? What blueprint,

In what brain did the idea glint? Mine.

What the anvil? What powerful grasp,

Dare those tiny claws to clasp?

Hammer, nails, buzzsaws… anything you use to build, really. My Crabby-bots are multi-talented.

When the storm threw down its wrath

And destroyed everything in its path:

Did it know what we would see?

Did it know its foe was thee?

By ‘thee' of course I mean the Crabby-bots.

Crabby Crabby, building strong

In Dacardia all day long:

What ingenious hand or eye,

Dare build thy crew so perfectly?

I did! I am Lania Crag!!!

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"What do you think, Miss Ariel?" Lania asked, beaming as her friend scanned the back of the blueprint page she had been handed. "Do you think the Crabby-bots and I could win the Neopian Poetry Spotlight?"

Ariel pushed up her glasses, frowning with concern. "I don't know, Lania. I think I've read something like this before… and I don't think you're supposed to explain what the poem means within the poem itself."

Lania crossed her arms. "Bah. You simply do not know good poetry when you see it."