Over yonder, where the ocean meets the sky,
Lies an island of trash, polluting with a sigh.
A wasteland of filth, where debris takes flight,
A gruesome sight that blights sunny days and darkened moonlit night.

A stench so rough it chokes every breeze,
As garbage engulfs all in its wicked tease.
Among the toxic waste, in a lonely abode,
Resides a little crab, by the name of Fraga, so we're told.

Fraga, the brave, dwells near the tainted shore,
Enduring the foulness...