Herby had thick red claws; ¿but what could he do with them? He tried catching fish, but he was too slow; he tried picking up shells, but his clumsy claws kept dropping them.
He was so sad, he stood in the midst o’ traffic, ready to die, only to be distracted by a screaming crowd. He crept closer to see a ticking time bomb, standing next to which was a shrugging man.
“Sorry; forgot my clippers,” said the shrugging man.
Then Herby came & clipped the wires. The citizens lifted him & cheered his name, only for all to be run o’er.
Moral: Never stand in the middle o’ the street.