The Bear rolled over on his bed

 And came face to face with little Fred

He could not believe an armadillo

Had the nerve to lie upon his pillow

It’s bad enough that just last week

The whole world got a chance to peek

As Fred sat high upon his head

Now Fred was on Bears cozy bed

He could have him for his lunch

He would be a tasty munch

But Fred just stared into Bear’s eyes

Do you think that this is wise?

He did not invite this little pest

To share his favorite little nest

Bear told him if he did not go soon

He would send him to the moon

Then Fred became the weeping willow

Crying there upon the pillow

I have no friends he said to Bear

Armadillos look odd don’t you care?

We have pointy ears and pointy snout

And not much else to talk about

We use our snouts to snuff around

To uproot insects from the ground

I really did not mean to offend

Are you sure you cannot be my friend?

If you let me stay here on your bed

I promise not to sit on your head

Bear thought about his broken toe

And how it makes him walk very slow

Because being different is really OK

Bear let the Armadillo stay

And now they are to each best buddy

Splashing in puddles and getting muddy

Now isn’t that the right thing to do?

Finding friends who are not quite like you

Copyright 2009   Patrick A. Granfors