Pagoo might be a hermit crab
Shifting tides and changing hides
A ride and a fall far, far from home
A starfish, and a few barnacles
Room and board, travel included
Around snail cousins' rock
In, out, up with traveling towers
Houses are scarce in Tide-pool town
A concrete tile can crawl both ways
Hermit house from an ancient jungle
The grotto of eating trees
Among the crabs, a shy masked lady
A fright, a frolic, and a farewell
Down to the depths of deep hole
Can this be the end of Pagoo?
Endless rhythm of an old, old sea.
