Hedgehog

Mama there's a hedgehog in the garden
Mama there's a bird up in that tree
Mama there's a TV show I want to see
Mama's always kind to me

Mama look at all those funny faces
Mama soon they'll die of some sort of cramp
Mama there's a hunger in their eyes without glee
Mama will explain these things to me

I read a book by some Italian poet
From somewhere in the fourteenth century
Mama never told me there's a god up in heaven
Mama will explain these things to me

Mum they say the world looks like a football
Mama it sure looks like flat to me
Mama I don't think it really matters
Mama we just slightly disagree
Mama we just slightly disagree