Armadillo - dead on the road I wonder why he was crossing. Armadillo - broken and cold His body the pavement embossing. His banded shell will move no more Forever staying curled He’ll never reach his grassey shore Or see his path unfurled.
I brake for turtles and squirrels Pretty much anything that creeps or crawls Unless it's pitch black in the country, And the moon is on holiday Then it's clobbered likd the armadillo, And so is my conscience
Actually had to brake for a squirrel today He stopped in the road and sat there with an acorn in his mouth Had to blow the horn three times before he moved
Sometimes when you're driving all alone, And wondering where did this question originate "Why did the chicken cross the road?" Life feels so beautiful, life feels like a dream Until an armadillo makes you scream