The porcupine, is a beast supine, and he sings to the silvery moon,
Oh give me a girl for a bit of a twirl and a kiss that'll make me swoon,
And he spied a fish, a bit of a dish, who swam in the treacle sea,
And he said with a sigh, and a tear in his eye, yes, that is the girl for me.
And he felt alive as he took that dive, right into the ocean blue,
And he sang to the fish, it's my Valentine wish, that I spend my life with you.
But the fish she was proud, and she shouted aloud, your affection, it never just sticks,
And she turned her back - with incredible knack - on the man with a thousand pricks.