[at-l] Road Kill

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Sloetoe's possum story brought to mind one of Florida's more environmentally oriented folksingers.  Since sections of the FT are still road walks, it's possible to see a LOT of road kill in an FT thru-hike.  Here's that topic from the armadillo's point of view:



Armadillo Song      TOP OF PAGE
©1987 Grant Livingston 

>From the Florida coast to the Texas sun 
Our kind has roamed since time was begun 
We've a fearsome legend every one of us knows 
All about the place where the grass does not grow 

Now the legend it tells of birds that fly 
With a roar in their throat and fire in their eye 
And they fly so fast and they fly so low 
Down in the place where the grass does not grow 

Sing o e o 
Sing o e o e o 
Sing o e o where the grass does not grow 
Sing o e o 
Sing o e o e o 
It's the graveyard of the armadillo 

Now one of our kind on that fateful day 
With his fine long snout and his armor of gray 
Well his fate was sealed when he chanced to go 
Down in the place where the grass does not grow 

His fear increased with the heavy bird's roar 
In his ancestral memory he'd seen this before 
And he stood trasfixed by the eyes of flame 
The last thing he saw was the great bird's name: 
It was "Volvo" 

Repeat Chorus: 

So armadillos all, wherever you may roam 
Be careful if you stray from your armadillo home 
And teach your children; every one of them should know 
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Repeat Chorus (2 times): 
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