I'm a little hoarse tonight. I've been living in Chicago for the past two months, and you know how it is, yelling for help on the way home every night. Things are so tough in Chicago that at Easter time, for bunnies the little kids use porcupines.
What! Would you slap the Porcupine?Should turn Tupto-philist.
The Deer don't dineSticks his quill-points out.
If you start throwing hedgehogs under me, I shall throw a couple of porcupines under you.
Maine should be pleased that its animal insister, you have found a resister.
Any hound a porcupine nudgesAt a porcupine that sat on a splinter.
Never enter an arsekicking contest with a porcupine.
And each particular hair to stand on end,Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.