I have never seen
A more interesting being
One that frightens so.
Its leathery flying,
Of course I’m implying,
A creature of nighttime flow.
It is a bat.
Like putting wings on a rat
And they come in different sizes
Some large, some small
Though none of them at all
Are warlocks under disguises
I shall not dismiss this completely
My experience shows clearly
That wickedness knows no end
A clever disguise
No feign surprise
From bat to person whose bent
Still I love these creatures,
They share many features
That describe my life to a T.
Furry and cuddly,
Draped in something ugly,
Yes, that is what best describes me.
