I have never received a hug
Never not once in my life,
Spoke the hedgehog
To his tiny understanding wife.
Many times I have been pointing at
And also many times I have been kissed,
But, never not once have I got hugged
The hedgehog said as he hissed.
They say do not ever judge
Anyone or a book by its cover,
Especially if judge that one certain way
You will never find yourself a lover.
Why have I never been hugged
Spoke the hedgehog once again,
Is it because of who or what I am
Then his sadness and wondering then did begin.
The hedgehog then began to rumble
And then he began to whine,
Then came his sympathetic friend;
Mister porcupine.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem