Hustle and bustle,
with scrubbers and buffers
The siphons all strung,
out and about
The tanks to be cleaned,
inside and out.
The gloves were pulled up,
all over their hands
Attempting to keep clean, their fingers from sand.
Had just begun the process
to maintain the tanks we adored.
When at the staff door,
we all heard such a clatter,
We rushed over to find
what was the matter.
When what to our
wondering eyes we did see,
But a man holding a crab
as big as can be.
The question arose to
what that was in the lab,
and I knew in a moment,
it was a dead Puget Sound King Crab.
More rapid than waves,
the curiosity came
As we quickly exclaimed,
and called them by name:
On Pisaster, On Solaster,
And even, on you, dear Pinky
To the top of the tanks,
To the sides of the walls
Now splash away,
splash away,
splash away all
For those who haven’t seen
this wonderful sight,
This isn’t the Science
Center ’s
only crab
delight.
The color it lacks,
it’s pigment is missing
An albino Dungeness
is worth reminiscing.
Families alike spring to your sleigh,
and give us a visit
Open the weekend after Christmas,
Come see our wonderful
exhibit!
You shall hear us exclaim,
doors open and lights shining
bright
“Happy holidays to all,
science is such a delight!”
By AmeriCorps Volunteer: Shannon Phillips