Giant Pink Fairy Armadillo

They call them pink fairy
Pink fairy, fruitier than pinkberries
They say your shell is made of cellophane and string theories
So what’s the matter with intelligence?
He keeps hearing pink fairy
Pink fairy, fruitier than pinkberries
So, he sleeps nearly all day long
He wraps his arm in pillows
Like Koalas on eucalyptus limb
Will you look at him as his parents say?
You aren’t an armadillo; you’re some type of sloth
He says the slander doesn’t matter, he just wipes it off
But all the harden mud slung, has become a part of them
After all the shards they flung, his heart is numb
He says it doesn’t matter, ‘cause no harm is done
And he begins to call himself the little armored one
Years go by the young Xenarthra rose more trusting
Until he realizes one day that his armor’s old and rusty
So he gets a bowl of pinkberry and he lies with arm below the pillow
A giant pink fairy armadillo…