Hedgehog in the garden, has his own door
Cut into the gate down by the floor
We know he came in, we saw the spoor
Hope he comes back for ever more

We know he’s been in at the dead of night
He’s captured on film, by Moons eerie light
Searching the garden with all of his might
Gone again though, ‘fore bright morning light

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