CXXIV: A hungry hedgehog on a battlefield

A mighty hedgehog eats a mighty sword,

and out it comes, a new spine on her back.

Is it her hunger? or is she just bored?

For now she takes another from the rack.

And soon her spines are silvery and sharp,

a deadly threat to all who wish her ills.

No covering can wrap her like a tarp,

no canvas can withstand her mighty quills.

But hark! she eats another! is she mad?

Is this some manic episode she's got?

More, more, how many swords has she now had?

Is she to eat the whole battlefield's lot?

"Yes sir", says she. "Here's you a wise proverb:

one's whetstone is his diet, so I've heard."