There once was a hedgehog that came to my garden,
Looking for comfort and cat food.
He would rummage around with his nose to the ground,
In search of the crumbs that we'd spilled.
Some times he got lucky and left quite well fed,
Other times he'd go empty handed,
One time he scared off the birds and the squirrels,
And ate as much food as he demanded.
It was all working out in spits and spats,
Until last week we saw something strange,
The hedgehog came across a pea on the ground,
And bizarrely began to change.
He grew and he bloomed, his bristles all on end,
No longer could he get through the mail box,
The pea was Green Giant and it did what it said,
The hedgehog was growing and he could not stop!
Now we have a hedgehog who has crushed our house,
Our offers of food unrewarded,
The street live in fear and we've brought it a crown,
Spent all our wages to afford it.
The moral of the story is simple and stark:
Never trust anything with spikes.
We're going to force feed it milk when the sun's out,
It goes out people hunting at night.
