Poor Pathetic Porcupine Pie

Use'n me last dolla' Mom sent me to get, What looked like it might be, Our last meal, as far as we can see. I went to the village bakery, In hopes but for freshbread, A new bakery apprentice, Took me aside... Said he could make me Momma's pride... He would sell me a Porcupine Pie, For the same price as the bread... And, he assured me, I'd be a hero to all I fed, To top it off, toothpicks included No more convincing was needed, I paid the price, and I heeded, His last words to me;"One thing needed; Absolute faith,or it won't work, You'll ruin the spell" Now I have to show this jerk.!! Got home, Mom upset, "What in heaven's name child, did you get!????!!" She grabbed the porcupine, And flung it in pain... Several sharp quills Found a vein... "Bad Boy!" she cried... I send you out to get some bread... You come back with a Porcupine, instead! "Don't worry, Mom, I'll sell if off, and get something better!" Off I ran, porcupine in hand, stab wounds adding fast... Got to the Market, With a plan.... Something I'd heard in a fairy tale... I harped the tale, of the "golden egg', which came from childhood memory... Many greedy shoppers came by,,, I'm a lousy liar, so I wonder why Anyone would believe me! Later that night, My porcupine I sold, To an old British soldier.. Corporal Clegg, After he left, I was cleaning up...sure enough, There lay a golden egg!!!!