Phra yozhikof and blandinok

NOT MINE!!!
may accordion !!!
but it is ridiculous to useru today told a friend that's an old poem about a hedgehog:

Hedgehog on the grass runs and laughs.
Hedgehog pipisku grass tickles.
Was over grass, gravel went,
Hedgehog home without pipiski come.

Poem she liked, so much so that she decided to call her shop smenschitsa (also blonde) and share a pearl, so to speak, on the spot. Poem a simple, easy to remember. So I give it to "paraphrase" almost without cuts:

"Hedgehog on the grass running ... Oh no runs. In short, he fled, eggs tickled ... How? Well eggs grass tickled ...... Do not cut himself. But I'm somehow reeds cut myself ... Well, let dorasskazhu ... In short, then jumped to the pavement, and he fell off the dick ... Yeah, cut! I speak, too, as the blade of grass cut herself. Yeah, like a razor! .. What? And I do not know, maybe was ... maybe more ... Hmm ... and hedgehogs in general is? .. Well Well they should be something like a fuck ... Ha, ha ... That's ... I probably today "hedgehogs "I will do, for a long time did not eat ... beef in fresh meat department? ... Well, I'll come to you today. Till! "