For hedgehog pie you need thick skin,

cold hands, a heavy rolling pin,

some stolen flour, some purloined lard,

a moon that’s full, a heart that’s hard,

an oven that’s as hot as sin.

Your hedgie must be fat, not thin:

beckon the gentle creature in

with practised fingers, tough and scarred,

for hedgehog pie.

Your angry neighbours raise a din:

Ignore them. Take a slug of gin

and whisper softly in the yard

till Tiggy Winkle drops her guard

and curls up in your baking tin

for hedgehog pie.

For hedgehog pie you need thick skin,

cold hands, a heavy rolling pin,

some stolen flour, some purloined lard,

a moon that’s full, a heart that’s hard,

an oven that’s as hot as sin.

 

Your hedgie must be fat, not thin:

beckon the gentle creature in

with practised fingers, tough and scarred,

for hedgehog pie.

 

Your angry neighbours raise a din:

Ignore them. Take a slug of gin

and whisper softly in the yard

till Tiggy Winkle drops her guard

and curls up in your baking tin

for hedgehog pie.