The lowly Armadillo
That doesn't see so well
Has big ears and pointed nose
And hide that's like a shell.
He roots around in rotting leaves
To find a grub, or worm;
Blithely going on his way
About this Terra Firm.
If you stand quite still and wait
He'll walk up to your feet
But, if you move then you can bet
He'll beat a fast retreat.
He came up from the southern lands
Now, Texas is his home;
Adopted by the Lone Star State
O'er most of it to roam.
He decorates our highways
Throughout much of the year
Where he wanders in his blinded state
Not knowing any fear.
It's there he is defeated
By the giant metal beasts
That make him highway pizza
For Vultures in their feasts.
He reminds me of so many folks
Who go about their way
Doing all the things they do
Each and every day
Ignoring efforts by a few
Who wish to gain more power
From seats way up in Washington
Within their Ivory Tower.
Beware my friends and give them heed,
Whatever else you do,
Don't let them take away your rights
'Cause they'll run over you.
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