Its been told in lots of stories,
even written down in verse,
that in a Hedgehog v Cortina fight,
the hedgehog comes off worse.
So compair me to the hedgehog,
and I'll compair you to the car,
cause when we both start to fight
I dont get too far.
You drive over my emotions,
and grind them in the mat,
and like the poor old Hedgehog
I end up bloody flat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem