My Little Porcupine
I'd like to play with a porcupine
On a springtime field in the bright sunshine,
Or take him out on my sailing boat,
But never, never wear him as a winter coat.
You're not the type to kiss and tell,
So meet me by the wishing well—
We'll move into a new glass house
Complete with cats and one church mouse.
You'll look superb in a purple dress,
Adding much to my happiness.
Our porcupine will play harp strings
To lift our souls on pigeon wings.
At night we'll curl up in our den,
As cosy as a big black hen;
This will be our paradise,
Together forever like lovestruck mice.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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