Ishka and the Hedgehog

[pennfana]

What follows is the result of a combination of the Saturday Night Drabbles chat at The Petulant Poetess and karelia's recent account of finding a hedgehog in the garden and her dog Ishka's decision to bring the hedgehog indoors at night on at least two occasions. The scansion's not perfect, of course, and I had to add an extra verse in order to convey as much of the story as I could, but I'm rather pleased with the song anyway. linlawless, I know that you were particularly looking forward to seeing this, so I hope that it meets your expectations. And K, I hope that I managed to do the story justice. :)

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Ishka and the Hedgehog (Tune: The Bold Grenadier)

As I was a-walking one evening in July,
My dear canine companion a hedgehog did spy.
It had been in the garden; Ishka sniffed it then,
And we'd thought it was a visitor we'd not see again.

It was out in the garden by her favourite tree,
So Ishka started barking, tail wagging madly.
And then, before I knew it, my enthusiastic dog
Shot into the house and dropped the hedgehog on the rug.

I worried for a moment, but Ishka was all right,
And so was the hedgehog, though it had quite a fright.
Keeping Ishka inside, I brought it back to its tree;
Where the little hedgehog really lives, apparently.

I marvelled for a moment, and then I wondered why
Ishka seemed so set on bringing the hedgehog inside.
And then, I considered canine psychology:
It seems as if the hedgehog has become family!

As I was a-walking one evening in July,
My dear canine companion a hedgehog did spy.
It had been in the garden; the dog sniffed it then,
And we'd thought it was a visitor we'd not see again.