Moving Along

Moving along, moving along always moving along
Well the hermit crab moves from place to place
Borrowing shells to make a home
He carries his house on his back
And takes it wherever he roams
When his shell gets too tight
He knows exactly what to do
He finds a shell that fits just right
Like a sock in a shoe
Now the hermit crab is kind of shy
He likes to be alone
He’s peachy keen all by himself
Curled up snug in his home