The porcupine must find a bed

A quiet place to rest his head

The forest fire scorched his shed

A hollow log will do instead

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The porcupine once full of glee,

Has even lost his family

He is a tired refugee

Exhausted, he becomes drowsy

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Sleeping provides him with a way

To break free from a world of grey

The porcupine had a bad day

But in his dreams he flies away

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Life no longer seems so dire

He sees a world that’s free of fire

A world with no pain nor desire

A world where no one must expire

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He finds his loved ones while he’s here

His family weeps and gathers near

He speaks with those he holds so dear

The porcupine now sheds a tear

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Thunder booms which makes the log shake

The porcupine shudders awake

His little heart begins to ache

He realizes his dream was fake