Dear Mr. Porcupine they've always asked
Why do you put on that defensive mask?
That armor of steel, those stiff and sharp spines.
They must be heavy, is that why you sigh?
You seemed ready to put up any fight
In fact, I know you rather take flight.
So that no one gets hurt when they come too near
And that no one must know what makes you tear
Dear Mr. Porcupine, are you tired?
You mentioned that things will be fine when it's all quiet.
And because you were born this way
Your fate, you don't have a say
Whoever, whichever
There will be this distance, if they matter.
Dear Mr. Porcupine.
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