EVOLUTION

A hermit crab - thats what I've been all my life.
'Tis the reason for all the strife.
To escape the terrible wounds
Of a small shell, I searched for another
Wandering from mound to mound.
And one day I became a fish,
The kind that tries not to become a dish.
Finally, I thought, I can flash my
True colours to the world.
This evolution will help me break that mould.
But now I regret it -
No matters, I'll carry on with great wit.
I'll flash my colours,
Stop to smell the flowers.
And through all the thick
And the thin, never (though it may arise) wish:
That I'd soon become a part of that tasty dish!