Prickle Prickle Little Cactus

Prickle prickle, little cactus,
Stretch your spines up to the sun,
Let the shy soft morning daylight
Warm your branches, and grow on.

Prickle prickle, little cactus,
Stretch up high and grow away,
Wind around in spiny flurries
Till the moon waves the sun away.

Prickle prickle, little cactus,
Watch the bats and moths at play,
As they dance under the moonlight
And open blooms to the moon’s silver ray.