Lobster Box In the lobster box, in the heat of the sun, All us children had loads of fun. Barefoot and dirty, from eating lobster meat, The shells in the box we pulled apart for our treat. How delicious they taste we couldn't stop, with bellies Near bursting as we tumbled out of the old shell box. Then home we would go a few yards away, Crying with sore bellies, mother we would say, We promise never to go back to that shell box today The very next day with sore bellies no more, we raced To the shell box, right from our door. At the end of the day we once more struggled home, While mother just smiles as we complained and we moaned. No supper we ate, we were full to the brim, to bed we were Sent, and dreamed of that lobster box again. 51