HENRY NO SPINE

Once there live, a porcupine,
his name was Henry N. O. Spine.
Henry's mother called him this,
because, he was, just Furryness.

A cozy coat of black and grey,
that keeps out the shiver, of the day.
But still the children of the forest,
laughed at him with endless zest.

For they knew, that porcupines,
were rough, and tough, and had sharp spines.
But when they laughed or pushed to far,
Poor Henry's quills just went bizarre.

To prevent further injury,
Henry moved away, in misery.
But after that a hunter came,
looking for some wild game.

Forced to run, in fear of death,
the animals fled, out of breath.
Yet Henry didn't realize,
there was a hunter to despise.

Grouped together, deep in thought,
the forest creatures gravely sought.
A way to dispose of the stranger,
and be free of his danger.

But all of this to no prevail,
they had no plan that would prevail.
Until, by accident, Henry Spine,
Came upon the human slime.

You horrid creature, "Pussycat,"
then said the hunter "have a rat."
To Henry, these words, had no reason,
and were clearly out of season.

For as he laughed, a horrid bit,
Henry broke into a fit.
Quills darted from Henry's rear,
knocking off the hunters sneer

The Hunter, left in a flash,
without a pause, he made a dash.
Although he never said goodbye,
the friendly animals didn't cry.

They laughed, they danced, they yelled all day,
while poor old Henry staggered away.