The mountain lion wanted to cavort,
And thought it wise to ask the porcupine
To share that sponteneity of sport,
As he, the cat, was not disposed to dine.
The quilly one did scurry for a tree,
And did assay, without delay, to climb,
As he'd risk not his doubtful dignity,
Nor would he waste a second of good time.
But he would not be overly discreet -
(Why should such play be patently denied?)
As he, quill covered, never counted sweet,
Would hurt, if eaten, kitty's gut or pride.
The mountain lion wanted so to play,
But porcupine was stuck twixt aye and nay.