A poem which attempts to dissuade you from bringing your hedgehog to the Euro shop
Don't bring your hedgehog to the Euro Shop
If I saw you going in, I'd call out "Stop!!!"
It's patently obvious, better use some of your cop
on and don't, with this plan, be persisting
Just think of the soap salts, the toys and the trinkets
Your spiny backed fella would surely just think it's
an excuse to see how many small things he could sink, it
would be the worst thing since a bee sting
No, Euro shops are no places for hedgehogs
they'd curl up in a ball amongst pale rubber frogs
would nest in the mops, would eat cheap christmas logs
better off, if you can, keep resisting
And if hedgehog Bernard, that jewel of the night
insists he should go, tell him he'll sooner acquire flight
cos he ain't getting near it, no way in this life
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