Woodlice Or Woodlouse Poem by Francis Duggan

You mostly will find them where there is decay
In wood piles or cracks in timber well hidden away
From predators and from the bright lamp of day
One of a group of Nature's composters and 'twould be fair to say
That in the workings of Nature they do play a role
They are the tiny gleaners of Mother Earth's soul
Invertebrates tiny things without a back bone
They even find shelter under a small stone
They live in your garden and they live in your house
And they are referred to as woodlice or woodlouse
Armadillo shaped tiny grey insects and not hard to find
And one thing about them you should keep in mind
That they are friends of Nature and when them you do see
You too be Nature's friend by leaving them be.