The Armadillo’s Dilemma

Alfred Armadillo was a funny little thing,
He had a special problem
For his armour was too thin!
Sticks and stones bounced off his friends
While all they did was crouch;
But bruised and battered Alfred
Muttered “Ooh” and “Ow” and “Ouch.”
He covered himself up with leaves
But that was not enough.
An armadillo’s armour
Must be very, very tough.
He wouldn’t fight a battle
For he knew only too well,
The slightest little jab
Would make a puncture in his shell.
Alfred thought he’d try to find
A different kind of home,
So, one day, he left his friends
And set off all alone.
He walked for weeks until he found
A place he thought would do,
And joined the many animals
Inside a splendid zoo.
Now in a cage so cozy
He can lie back on the straw,
And never have the worry
Of his armour any more.

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke