Rhombo

The porcupine sings with the greatest of ease and when he is hungry he swings from the trees Once I was beaten by porcupine thugs so now when I see them I dont give them hugs Porcupine militia have taken the streets attacking old women with various meats The porcupine pope and his porcupine troup down everyone they can in boiling hot soup "My skins coming off" shouts the porcupine with glee "And my eyes have boiled out, sombody help me" Cries of help the porcupine sung but it was in vain, the porcupine was hung One poor old porcupine watched his friends be killed. thier toes were cut off and thier brains were grilled Now he sits

Oh fairest spacebar! Without you my words would be Hoplessly conjoined.