The Armadillo Migration of 1952
When times are tough in Mexico
Inhabitants start a northward flow.
Usually there is a reason,
Money’s gone or fruit’s in season.
But human problems can’t explain
A mid-century Armadillo train.
So gather kiddies and listen here:
These helpless critters moved from fear:
They sensed a greater concentration
Of the human population.
Gathering their once-lost nerve
They headed north on an eastward curve.
No one wanted to leave home
(Paranoid critters shouldn’t roam)
But they traveled straight through Texas
And came to Florida where the sex is.
They had escaped the dusty bars,
But ran right into moving cars.
Now you see them on the roads
Buried under heavy loads.
They don’t want to bite your face,
They just need a little space.
But they can’t beg or scream or shout
And it looks like space is running out.
Now humans like it where it’s hot,
They come down to grow their pot
And bask beneath the blaring sun
And spend their money on having fun.
The Armadillos knew this would happen,
(Not the type to get caught nappin’)
But now there’s no place left to go
Certainly not north to snow.
If they could swim they might make Cuba,
Puerto Rico or Aruba.
This time their fear is justified,
No place left for them to ride.
That is all enough is said,
It’s time for you to go to bed.
Seek comfort in your sheets and pillow,
Splat there goes an Armadillo.