The Armadillo

 

The Armadillo
by George Cassard

A Mighty lucky animal
I think the Armadillo
For, when it's time to go to bed,
He rolls up in a ball instead
And winds himself around his head,
Which serves him as a pillow.

And when the morning comes again,
They never call and shake him.
He never gapes, and grunts, and groans,
And hears them say in startling tones:
''Get up, you awful lazy bones!"
The never try to wake him.