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In a garden, small and neat,
Lives a hedgehog, soft and sweet.
They call her Rosie, round and bright,
With quills that shimmer in the light.
Rosie scurries, tiny paws a-tap,
Nose sniffing for a tasty scrap.
Apples, berries, she loves to eat,
Under the moon, and sun's warm heat.
Her quills stand up, a spiky dress,
But Rosie's heart is pure, no less.
She curls up tight when dangers near,
A little ball, without a fear.
Children watch with eyes so wide,
As Rosie finds a place to hide.
But when the night turns dark and deep,
She'll softly snore, curled in a heap.
So, in the garden, if you see,
A hedgehog as cute as can be,
Remember Rosie, our friend so dear,
With quills that sparkle, year to year.
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