Armadillo in residence,
Comfy at the Lincoln Park Zoo.
My digs have got room service, hence,
Not a lot of digging I do,
And so my claws don't get worked out,
A burrowing like in the wild,
Where claws would be dirty no doubt,
With messy stuff to keep them filed.
Here room and board is a Zoo chore.
I get attention, claws and all,
And when some treatment is called for,
A manicurist is on call.
Don't I look such a clawsome one!
Guess it's time to get my nails done.
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