Boy, where's Barry Manilow when you need him? Her name was Willow, She was an armadillo, From Salt Lake to Vegas she ran, On her back she bore the Man. With her friend by her (He had no name yet), Over hill and dale they strode, Unaware of their fearsome load... Until they lost their freight... Somewhere on the Interstate... Now they run wild and unfettered and free... And the problem is humanity's... (everybody!) Her name was Willow! She was an armadillo!.....