It's Hedgehog Awareness Week,starting today - and going on all summer, I hope.
Pam Ayres has written a poem about hedgehogs, and has produced a new book to illustrate it,
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Last-Hedgehog-Pam-Ayres/dp/1509881263/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1525587758&sr=8-1&keywords=the+last+hedgehog+pam+ayres
The Last Hedgehog.
Farewell, farewell, for all it's worth,
from the final hedgehog left on Earth.
My cousin Henry, young and bright,
went up in flames on Bonfire Night.
And poor old Grandpa, fast asleep,
was stabbed to death in a compost heap.
My uncle, in a playful bound,
fell in a swimming pool, and drowned.
My aunt was old, her eyes had dimmed,
but all the same, she wound up, strimmed.
If in your fence you'd made a space,
we could have moved from place to place.
Have found a gal, paid our respects,
and had some cautious hedgehog sex.
And in a cosy pile of logs,
produced a nest of little hogs.
From now on, when you pull the drapes,
you'll see no round, familiar shapes.
Nevermore, from dusk 'til dawn,
will we eat slugs upon your lawn.
So little gratitude you've shown,
from now on, you can eat your own.
Pam Ayres has written a poem about hedgehogs, and has produced a new book to illustrate it,
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Last-Hedgehog-Pam-Ayres/dp/1509881263/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1525587758&sr=8-1&keywords=the+last+hedgehog+pam+ayres
The Last Hedgehog.
Farewell, farewell, for all it's worth,
from the final hedgehog left on Earth.
My cousin Henry, young and bright,
went up in flames on Bonfire Night.
And poor old Grandpa, fast asleep,
was stabbed to death in a compost heap.
My uncle, in a playful bound,
fell in a swimming pool, and drowned.
My aunt was old, her eyes had dimmed,
but all the same, she wound up, strimmed.
If in your fence you'd made a space,
we could have moved from place to place.
Have found a gal, paid our respects,
and had some cautious hedgehog sex.
And in a cosy pile of logs,
produced a nest of little hogs.
From now on, when you pull the drapes,
you'll see no round, familiar shapes.
Nevermore, from dusk 'til dawn,
will we eat slugs upon your lawn.
So little gratitude you've shown,
from now on, you can eat your own.