Poem: "An Armadillo"
"An Armadillo”
So what I am I
Chopped liver
Says the Hare
About the
Armadillo
Why him alone
Should get
Such a
protective coat
While we sit
out in the open
Like a heard
Of foolish
wary Goats
What is it
that could
have possibly
Happened.
Why he gets
The armor.
And us
Such a thin
flimsy skin.
He can
stand still
We must
have eyes
Behind
our heads
scared of
our own
shadow
He can go
Into his shell
We must run
Like hell
Sometime
we don't
even live
To tell
It's such a
day to day
life
Living on
the run
While he
sits back
Having all
the Fun
He rolls up
into a ball
Don’t even
need to see
We are
always
on lookout
Even when
We are dead
Tired and
Extremely sleepy
Said the hare
Who’s responsible?
This is not fair
Thought
It’s was true
God love all his
Creatures.
That should
mean us too
Yet we have
to keep
Running
If not
We can even
End up
A meal for you
That’s not fair
Said the Hare
I want to be
An
“Armadillo”
Bless.
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