O Hedgehog!

Hedgehog, O hedgehog dear spiny, meek and mousy poppet. In England where the tickly grass grows greener we galumph in our rubber boots up to your little Hobbit nests beneath the thorny bushes were you rests. We the ever scampy nippers fill tin cups with wriggly worms leave then there by your dinky mossy dells. All the pricky hogs come from near and nearer, to snuff and gobble by the brittle briery and eat their wormy mush. Our mucky paws clap in gay and giggly glee to see that munchy feast, their piddly licky muzzles chomping - quite charming. Adults say, 'we will catch a flea' from their pin pointy pelts. yet we shrug our never minds, and our don't cares, even bring one tiddly tyke home, smuggling it up the stairs to coddle while we playtime with some jolly good fun....