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crab is afraid of the sea all those stomping waves crabs looks at them and runs leaving shadows as tips crab signs his escape in the sand using the only letters he trusts poor crab. His eyes melt into two points -- pole, compass run, crab, here comes grandma carrying a stew pot and she's learned to make fireLetras de canciones by rubbing two stones in the sand like the sea does. chorus: run, crab -- why? here comes grandma no way! and she's carrying a pot oh yeah? run, crab -- not to the kitchen! here comes grandma no hot water, neither! and she's got -- I'll hide in the sand! a stew pot -- run, crab nasty old lady! here comes grandma ha ha you old lady and she's got a stew pot run, crab -- From Letras Mania