Can it be a pincushion?
No! Pincushions never grow
In the fields where daisies blow.
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.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The Hedgehog
What’s this round and prickly thing?
Can it be a pincushion?
No! Pincushions never grow
In the fields where 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.
Can it be a pincushion?
No! Pincushions never grow
In the fields where daisies blow.
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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Hey, very impressive! So nice to have found this blog of yours, so interesting. I sure hope and wish that you take courage enough to pay me a visit in my PALAVROSSAVRVS REX!, and plus get some surprise. My blog is also so cool!
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