In a shop quite prickly, with gears not so sickly, Two hedgehogs in aprons, their movements so quick, see. One holds a spring, the other, a motor, Together they fix, in their blue checker decor. ๐ง๐ฆ "Greetings," says Spike, with a wrench and a smile, ๐๐จ "Quick, pass the screw!" adds his friend, with no guile. In a land of strange wonders, where hedgehogs converse, They tinker and fix, a car universe! ๐ ๏ธ๐ฆ