The Road with Armadillo
By: Freedom Isnt Free
I was there when they hit the sand
On their hands and knees they praised the skies
For their safety on the land
Covered in sea weed, muck, and flies
I was there in their journey through the wilderness
Nicked a bit of food here and there
Nothing more, nothing less
But I hunted down those monkeys
that stole what they had to wear
I was their friend, their little orange pal
Following their blind steps forward
Had a laugh, had a gal
El Dorado we traveled towards
I stuck by their idiotic sides
As they claimed the glory
I tried to warn them, their time they should bide
But as always no one listens to the "shorty"
I helped them out again and again
Bouncing on their boney limbs
To get through the hoop and win the game
Against twelve monstrous chimps
After all this rowdy "gaming"
In which my feelings were stomped on and banked
All these adventures were really just shame
For never--not once--was I thanked!
A/N: I love that little guy (armadillo), and he doesn't get enough credit…poor thing…My brother and I always call the movie The Road With Armadillo, because he's the best little dude in the world.