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Hedgehogs get a rough deal, don't they? Let's hear their side!
I know talking blues is American, but it turns out there aren't any there, so I'm going for a Bert Fry (The Archers) accent.
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Let’s get a few things straight…
You find me pretty much everywhere except North America and Australia, in one of my sixteen varieties,
I’m not aggressive (unless you are really small),
I can run much faster than you think….. and….
I don’t do no-one’ s washing, ok?
I’m, scufflin’ and snufflin’, kinda perplexed
Workin’ my way, one backyard to the next.
Nose in the leaves, toes in the roots, Lookin’ for wrigglies, hedgehog loot.
Ain’t easy.
Them little guys are sure good at hidin’, wrigglin’ and atunnelin’ aroun’
..gotta work to eat! Hedgehoggliin’s not for everybody.
Ain’t that fussy,eat most things… providing it squirms, buzzes or’s dead already.
Some folk say we’s on the decline,
Less hedges, more fences, no grand design
that considers us guys. Like to keep out o’ sight,
Searchin’ f dem critters, not lookin’ for no fight.
And they say those guys gittin’ harder to find,
Somethin’s takin’ them down cos’ of what they’re eatin’.
I‘m thinkin’ there might be somethin’, C or someone aroun’ ‘ere,
wants to eat … most everything!
If it weren’t for the prickles, most likely eat us!
And folks, if y’ hear our coughs and sneezes,
That’s ‘cos we’re prone to displeasing diseases,
Slugs ’n snails not great. as it goes,
We prefer the ones wit legs an’ toes,
Centipedes,
Beetles, creepy crawlies…nothin’ with lungworm!
Know what I’m sayin! them little beggers, well they’re bad news for us
hedgies!
So: don’t run us over, leave holes in y’ walls and fences an’ check y’ bonfires before lightin’ ‘em. Think prickles, think hedgehog.
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