It's raining outside.
I'm bored. I'm in science class.
Everyone's into karyotypes but I'm not.
I'm not going to bother matching up chromosomes.
Or predict genetic disorders.
There's nothing out the window but blue gums and rain.
There's an mumble of sound.
But I'm in another world.
There's a glass tank in the lab
witj a label:
Kevin the Soldier Crab
Who lives in a blob of mud
I'll be the crab.