I loved the summer garden,
The sultry evening breeze,
The crunchy snail, the juicy slug,
That lurked beneath the trees.
But now my stomach’s hurting,
Curled in a ball I lie.
For the slugs I ate were poisoned,
And I’m slowly going to die.
Think carefully, you gardeners,
With your pellets and your sprays.
For you’re killing more than slugs and snails,
The hedgehog also pays.