A crabby limerick

There was a crab named TimA
Who with his daddy MoNa
Cordoned off the ocean
For all but crustaceans
‘You outsiders find a new home, ah!’

If you think that’s random babble
Look around and see the bubbles
Of bigotry and hate
The currency they trade
And they tell you ‘Don’t stir up any trouble.’

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