Precious Treasure of the Past

Do you know what a roly-poly is? It's some kind of bug we had in Alabama. I just remembered a poem I wrote in 8th grade: "Behold the lowly roly-poly/ He is nature's hockey goalie/ Padded, protected and safe from all harm/ He rolls himself up when there's cause for alarm./ Of all the things I hold as holy/ None of them are the roly-poly." Okay! There it is for posterity. The middle is especially weak. I meant the poem, but it's probably true of the roly-poly, too. That's probably why they roll up into a ball! As you can see, I aspired to be Ogden Nash.