Prickly missive to pass on my thanks

A HEDGEHOG’S MESSAGE The reason that I write this note I’ve left by your back door, Is hoping you and I can get to know each other more. Putting pen to paper is not a normal thing for me, So hope my little rhyme is not too Beatrix Potter-y. Don’t think that I’m unsociable, I’m friendly it is said, It’s just that when I’m partying you’re tucked up in your bed. I trust my noisy crunching doesn’t upset peace and quiet, Your tasty kitten biscuits help to supplement my diet. I’m unable to repay you, with kisses and big hugs, Instead you’ll find I’ve eaten all your slugs and snails and bugs. The home you built beneath the rocks, so safe with hay-lined bed — Thanks, but at the moment I’m established ’neath the shed. I’ll soon be having young ones, there could be six or eight, And if you want to see them you’ll have to stay up late. We have a good relationship that’s built on give and take, Thanks, partner, but I’ll finish now as dawn’s about to break.