Why it was just the other day, I was staring at the ground, my mind astray,
and along comes a troop of Armadillidillidae.
Now I know this may sound silly-nilly,
But Nay!'Tis 'bout those Roly Polies and Bug Boy Billy.
Who doesn't love pill bugs when young-
'Cept did you know they eat dung?
Shoot 'em like marbles, baby bug balls-
Shoot-more fun than playing with dolls!
'Cuz things that are wild and that wiggle,
Always make children wonder and giggle.
So back to Bug Boy Billy, who likes his bikes;
had a Make Believe Shop where he'd fix trikes,
(Since even the most handiest of boys,
use special tools that are really just toys)
And just the other day, as I already said,
A line appeared on the ground, a gray thread-
But it 'twas those same very Armadillidillidae,
crawling and millipeding in their buggy way,
Itching to make a pit stop
at Billy's infamous Trike Shop.
Billy told me they were in great despair-
For they had no bikes or trikes for repair.
This was precisely their pill bug problem,
they pleaded with him to make some-quite solemn...
Lo' they had no candy or gum they could pay -
but promised some privy perks anyway.
So Billy happily went right to work-
and he did so with a slight smirk.
When asked what he was doing-he shrugged and said, "Oh you know-
I'm just lettin' these roly polies help git my imagination back rollin’."
Image By Lewis Hine, 1874-1940, photographer. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
