Ode Upon Mr. Armadillo
Oh, Mr. Armadillo
Hobo of the Texan highways
Armored pal of the mockingbird
Where were you going that fine summer's day?
Your life, ended in a thump
And possibly an "Oh shit, what did I just run over?" from the passing driver.
Rage, rage against you, oh motor-driven vehicle
For you have flattened Mr. A. and he is no more.
I weep.