I once saw John Armadillo, down at the saloon.
When our eyes met, I couldn't help but swoon.
He spit his tobacco into the spitoon.
Which was pretty impressive, from across the room.
Later that evening, under the light of full moon.
John retrieved my purse from a thieving racoon.
Captured my heart with the sharpest harpoon.
John Armadillo, my hero, is more than a cartoon.