Once there was a creature
Who roamed upon this earth.
A curious strange mixture
From the day of its birth.
Half human and half hedgehog
The baby had been cursed.
His mother called him Hamish,
His father – the Hedgehurst.
His mother she did love him,
His father thought him weird.
His life, it was so grim,
Hamish Hedgehurst feared
One day he’d be thrown
To the bottom of the well,
Strapped to a big stone
And nobody would tell.
So, on his cockerel he did ride,
Off he went to roam.
He no longer would reside
In the family home.
He travelled far,
He travelled wide,
Into the unknown,
And there he found the site to build …
A Kingdom of His Own.
Where no-one would throw stones,
Where nobody would find him,
Call him names or break his bones.
A Kingdom of His Own.
A place where he could be himself,
A land where he was free.
A sanctuary to restore his health,
His own territory.
A Kingdom of His Own.
Spotted in the garden yesterday
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