★ Hedgehog Lyrics:

What’s this round and prickly thing?
Can it be a pincushion?

No! Pincushions never grow,
In the fields where the daisies blow!

Oh! and now I see a nose,
With four little tiny toes,

And as it opens in the sun,
How those black beetles cut and run!

But see, it hears a barking dog,
And rolls up safe, that poor hedgehog!

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