Little crab, eight legs. Two tongs and a flat mouth. Catch shrimp by the river and spit bubbles when you are full. Dig a hole to sleep, others can't find it. The shoes are gone, and they are rampant and overbearing. Another jingle: big crab, without tail, can't walk, crawls sideways, with eight feet, sharp and sharp, and two pliers in his hand.

Other jingles: two good friends rub hands when they meet, I carry you on my back, and you carry me on your back, turning into a big crab, walking sideways, shrinking eight crab feet, twisting into the sand, lifting two big pliers, and being full of energy, I am shy to hear praise, hiding in the sand and not showing up, and shaking hands again, two good friends.