There once was a hedgehog of blue shades and hues,

He didn't wear clothes; he just wore his shoes,

There was also a hedge hog (her color was pink),

Who stalked him and cuddled him, so he started to think,

So the blue hedgehog went over to pinky,

He told her mean things, nicest of all she was stinky,

And the pink hedgehog got tired of rejection,

So she fell for a hedgehog of darkness and dejection,

The blue hedgehog and the dark hedgehog were rivals, of course,

So knowing the pink one was with him made it oh-so much worse,

But then the blue hedgehog wanted the pink one back,

And every time he got near the dark hedgehog would attack,

So now the blue hedgehog does nothing but cry,

Because you don't know the worth of water until the well has run dry.