Dreams Of A Hedgehog

Trundling along the road
Under a moonlit sky
I am a hedgehog, small and spiky
Who wishes he could fly

You see it can be rather hard
In this hedgehog life of mine
Because that horrid old badger
Can get past all my spines

It would eat me up, given half a chance
And that's not good at all
So if I could fly, I'd be free
I'd really have a ball!

Moving on to the next issue
Worms and beetles for my dinner
They aren't exactly appetising
No wonder I'm getting thinner

If I could fly, I fly straight through
The doors of Mario's
And feast myself on pasta dishes
Forgetting lunchtime woes!

Finally and most importantly,
I'd escape using the motorway
It's not that safe for a little hedgehog
To try and cross each day

Metal monsters roar up and down
They're angry steel beasts
The rubber on the creatures feet
Of hedgehogs makes a feast

So yes, I wish that I had wings
It would be nice to pierce the sky
Although I admit, I'd look quite odd
Being a hedgehog that could fly

I.Sparrow

(Rather daft little poem I wrote for my little cousin Lucy, who insisted I "put it on the paw print thing")