(For the Crabs and Cranks Group)

Mutter, sputter, mumble, grumble,
We ain’t never about to be humble.

Our name is our game all the same,
If you find fault, tis you we blame.

We’re cranky crabs, ‘tis our song,
With wordy jabs we dance along,

Snappy response and artful reply,
We waste our time and wonder why.

Crabby cranks don’t want thanks.
Tis sissy stuff to be ever-so-nice.

If you think you’ll please us cranks
Then, mister or sister, think twice!

Don’t hope to say anything serious,
You’ll get something cantankerous.

But don’t despair, tis all purely fun,
You’ll be like us before we’re done.