Hedgehog
 
 A hedgehog is a giant pin-cushion,
 For the Gods of Mount Olympus,
 He is the fear of worms and snails,
 And a better berry picker than all.
 He is a mechanical infantry,
 Able to defend himself from all but dreaded humans,
 By rolling into a mace.
 He is like my hand creeping along a desk,
 Stealthily and silent as a spy.
 By the worms . . .
 Winter is known as the safe season.

 So when you discover at the back of the garden,
 A hedgehog sleeping sound,
 Do not disturb the horse-chestnut shell,
 Covered in crisp leaves, they wouldn't harm you,
 So why harm them
 As they sleep in the gentle breeze?
 

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