/ 
( * Thou scarce can’st stir from thy tree-root, 
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ANd 
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THE HEDGEH-HOG 
But thy foes are up in hot pursuit; 
Thou might’st be an asp, or hornéd snake, 
Thou poor little martyr of the brake! 
Thou scarce can’st put out that nose of thine; 
Thou can’st not shew a single spine, 
But the urchin-rabble are in a rout, 
With terrier curs to hunt thee out. 
