Rumor has it, Henrietta Hedgehog

Hides amongst the flowers

Until she comes to life each night

With seemingly magical powers

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Some say they have seen her

While others have only listened

To the pitter-patter of little feet

That are loud and then sound distant

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They’ve also reported noises

In the middle of the night

They don’t last for long

And are never heard in daylight

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If Henrietta Hedgehog

Is merely made of stone

How did she make it across the yard

To the place she now calls home