O Porcupine, O Porcupine,
Your Quills are sharp and pointed.
O Porcupine, O Porcupine,
I am so disappointed.
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That you were lying in my Way,
When I tripped and Fell Today.
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O Porcupine, O Porcupine,
Your Quills are sharp and pointed.
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One day Porcupine caught sight of himself in a pool and started wondering why his friends always seemed so nervous around him, and never came close enough for him to hug them properly. " It can't be my conversation" he thought, "and I don't think I have bad breath, It must be the quills- they're frightened they might damage my beautiful quills or get themselves hurt if they come too close."
-So Porcupine went down to the muddiest place he could find and rolled about until he was all perfectly covered in mud and not one of his quills could be seen anymore. .... ....
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-http://www.hltmag.co.uk/jan05/poem.htm
-http://www.robertpottle.com/poems/poems/3oporcupine.htm
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-A special thanks to Oikii... :D
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