A Hedghogs Fall

I have spines on my back
Small and fat is my body
I can curl up so I look like a sack
Walking around and nibbling things is my hobby

It's Fall
You sit inside by the warm fire
But I curl myself up into a ball
For I do not have that desire
To sit by the fire

I walk around in Spring
But when I hear that first acorn fall
With a little whip
I will dissappear into my ball
For I hear Autumn's call.