I’m a loveable kind of spiky creature,
Small and slow but kind,
And I yearn to show my special feature
If only I could find
Another hedgehug just like me
Who loves to hug and simply be
But my back is very spiky,
Hug me and you might yell “Crikey!”
Unless you are a hedgehug friend
Who knows you have to carefully bend
Each spike so that in the end
We hug as hedgehugs all intend –
Gently, slowly, and with care.
But if and when and who and where?