Yikes!

Prick! Stick! Ooooh-Ouch!
You prickle, prod, and prong.
You’re nature’s pokey pin cushion,
Nine thousand needles strong.

Pierce! Plunge! Ahhhhh-Eeek!
You’re always sprouting spears.
because it never rains —
You haven't had a good drink in years!

Jab! Stab! 
Standing on your  needles is not fun
The wrens screetch - Yikes-Yeoooow!
What's worse - the pins or scorching sun.