THE WOODLOUSE
The woodlouse looks as if he were
A mediæval knight,
Who's found it wiser not to keep
His armour very bright.
Experience has taught him, too,
To curl up like a pill
When danger seems to threaten him,
And then keep very still.
This trick has often been the means
Of saving him from hurt;
Because his foes mistake him for
A little lump of dirt.
Just as the enemy must find
Our soldiers hard to see
When they are lying on the ground
All clad in dull khakí.
The woodlouse looks as if he were
A mediæval knight,
Who's found it wiser not to keep
His armour very bright.
Experience has taught him, too,
To curl up like a pill
When danger seems to threaten him,
And then keep very still.
This trick has often been the means
Of saving him from hurt;
Because his foes mistake him for
A little lump of dirt.
Just as the enemy must find
Our soldiers hard to see
When they are lying on the ground
All clad in dull khakí.