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In Defence of Hedgehogs.

I am very fond of hedgehogs
Which makes me want to say
That I am struck with wonder
How there’s any left today.
For each morning as I travel
And no short distance that
All I see are hedgehogs
Squashed…and dead…and flat!
Now, hedgehogs are not clever
No, hedgehogs are quite dim
And when he sees your headlamps
Well, it don’t occur to him
That the very wisest thing to do
Is up and run away
No, he curls up in a stupid ball
And no doubt starts to pray!
Well, motor cars do travel
At a most alarming rate
And by the time you sees him
It is very much too late!
And thus he gets a-squasho’d
Unrecorded, but for me
With me pen and paper
Sitting in a tree.
It is statistically proven
In chapter and in verse
That in a car and hedgehog fight
The hedgehog comes off worse!
When whistlin’ down your prop shaft
And bouncin’ off your diff
His coat of nice brown prickles
Is not effect-iff!
A hedgehog cannot make you laugh
Whistle, dance or sing.
And he ain’t much to look at
And he don’t make anything.
And in amongst his prickles
There’s fleas and bugs and that
But there ain’t no need to leave him
Squashed…and dead…and flat!!



Pam Ayers

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