THE WOODLOUSE - Benjamin Franklin King Poems


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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.