In autumn the trees
Lose their leaves in the breeze,
Red, golden, or browned.

For us it’s great fun
As they crunch when we run,
And when we kick them around.

But for hedgehogs instead
The leaves are their bed,
Let’s leave them to sleep safe and sound.

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