Little armor

Armadillo interesting fellow, tough shell inside quite mellow

Armored from head to toe, when threatened they curl up you know

With sharp claws on their paws with squinty eyes they don't look too good

Dig holes like moles, almost blind, thought you understood

Like to eat ants, can jump in a dance, identical quadruplets from one egg

Runs like wind with snaggle teeth grinned, doesn't stay long enough to beg

Some people eat their meat but chagas and leprosy they carry

Not a very friendly fellow to greet on the street, preferring life in solitary