Hedgehogs how sad we are

Glyphosate and Slug Pellets
Are not a nice hors d’oeuvre
Maybe they kill the wretched slugs
But none of us deserve
The outcome really, hurting
Such impropriety
It’s transgression in the monent
And illegitimacy

It’s also most discriminatory
As many of us know
We are getting I’ll and dying
How the dissent does grow
In gardens we love leaf piles
As Winter comes to draw
We all
feel disrespected
That We can’t come in your door
It gets cold the frost now late at night
It gets into our bones
Many hogs are searching
Underneath the bigger stones

Condemned it seems to an earlier death
And no one hears our moans
Every night tucked up to dream
Most share our moans and groans