A busy woodlouse wends his way br across the tiles of black and gray. br A vast expanse beneath the sky br I wonder where he goes and why. br br A tiny creature harming none br he journeys on his way alone in danger br from the birds that fly. br I wonder where he goes and why. br br Wood lice have no defence at all br except to curl up into a ball. br He hurries on determinedly. br I wonder where he goes and why. br br Now he will travel on no more br he has become the breakfast for br a hungry blackbird passing by. br I know where he’s gone and why. br br Revised sep 07br br ivor or ivor.