Reminded of a great poem by Pam Ayres

I remember watching Pam Ayres on TV reading this in her very funny way with her very unique voice.

In Defence of Hedgehogs


I am very fond of hedgehogs
Which makes me want to say,
That I am struck with wonder,
How there’s any left today,
For each mornning as I travel
And no short distance that,
All I see are hedgehogs,
Squashed. And dead. And flat.

Now, hedgehogs are not clever,
No, hedgehogs are quite dim,
And when he sees your headlamps,
Well, it dont occur to him,
That the very wisest thing to do
Is up and run away,
No! he curls up in a stupid ball,
And no doubt starts to prey.

Well, motor cars do travel
At a most alarming rate,
And by lunch time you sees him,
It is very much too late,
And thus he gets a-squasho’d,
Unrecorded but for me,
With me pen and paper,
Sittin’ in a tree.

It is statistically proven,
In chapter and in verse,
That in a car and hedgehog fight,
The hedgehog comes off worse,
When whistlin’ down your prop shaft,
And bouncin’ down your diff,
His coat of nice brown prickles
Is not effect-iff.

A hedgehog cannot make you laugh,
Whistle, dance or sing,
And he ain’t much to look at,
And he dont make anything,
and in amongst his prickles,
There’s fleas and bugs and that,
But there aint no need to leave him,
Squashred. And dead. And flat.

Oh spare a thought for hedgehogs,
Spare a thought for me,
Spare a thought for heedgehogs,
As you drink your cup of tea,
Spare a thought for heedgehogs,
Hoverin’ on the brinkt,
Spare a thought for hedgehogs,
Lest they become extinct

— Pam Ayres


To listen to Pam reading this yourself :