NATURAL HISTORY

  

The Horseshoe Crab has really been misnamed,

According to the experts, who should know;

But common sense forbids us to be shown

That ticks and mites must somehow share it’s fame.

We find these crabs in copulative chains

On inland beaches at the full moon’s rise,

In late spring at the thrust of evening’s tide;

To us it seems that lust has made them slaves.

Sometimes one lies upon its carapace,

And waves its spiny tail and crawly legs;

You flip it over, so that it can drag

Its skeleton where tracks cannot be traced.

Three hundred million years without a change!

The Trilobite once spawned within its range.