This tragic poem is about
A hedgehog who, without a doubt,
Is typical of our spiky friends
Who on the road have met their ends.
Across a wide road he did go
And came upon a ruthless foe,
For soon he could quite clearly hear a
Car coming quickly nearer
And so he rolled into a ball
And thought "It can't get me at all."
But then, oh! What a ghastly scene, u-
Pon him came a Ford Festiva
And with one quite tremendous SPLAT!
The poor young thing was crushed quite flat.
And all his kindred came to mourn,
They sobbed and wept and said "He's gorn!"
But then a big truck and its load
Went and squashed them on the road!
Now in that highway in the sky
They watch endless streams of cars go by.
