Armadillo
Roly poly armour plated,
Clumsy gaited beast.
Looking for a juicy worm,
A creepy, crawly feast.
Sleeping mostly through the day,
And prowling at night,
Seeming quiet, docile, shy,
He can put up a fight.
Not a trouble maker.
It's just his lot in life.
He does his best not to be seen,
He's tryng to survive.
Judy Ball
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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