![]() Yellow armadillos snoozing, naptime at the zoo. These guys are usually playing But today there's something new: A double-decker armadillo, one stacked on the other! I wonder how they choose just who's to snooze on top its brother. Do they chat about it nicely? Do they argue? Flip a dime? Have a gentlemen's agreement? Is it different every time? In the middle of the night, Does their mother make them swap? I think whoever stays awake the longest Gets to sleep on top! About this poem: My kids and I visit the zoo so often we've named many of the animals. These little yellow armadillos we call Malcolm and Griffin, after my boys. They're usually digging in the sand or chasing each other playfully (I think....). Not today. "Armadillo" is an easy rhyme with "pillow," but there were no pillows in sight today--just an armadillo bunk bed!
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authorMs. Betsy's oldest surviving poem is one she wrote in the third grade. "Down in the Sewer" didn't make her popular, but it made a small group of loyal fans very cheerful. Some of the latest poems she's written, "Six Poems of the Galapagos," will appear in Cricket Magazine in the summer of 2020. She hopes they'll reach a wider audience than her first poem did, and make more people cheerful...and possibly provoke some thoughts, as well. Archives
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