Poem: Batty About Bats.
Batty About Bats.
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I’m truly batty about bats
I’ve got more than three or four,
There’s bats upon my ceilings
And there’s bats around my door.
There’s ninety in my bathroom
Eighty seven in a drawer,
There’s thirty three inside my pants,
My kitchens got twelve more.
I wear a bat upon my head
For weddings, or a date,
But for a treat at Halloween
My hat is made with eight.
On summer’s nights they keep me cool
All whizzing round, it’s great.
They even wake me up at dawn
So I don’t sleep in late.
But friends don’t visit anymore
And no-one comes to tea,
I think they’re scared of what they’ll find
and what they’ll get to see.
But we don’t care, because we’re all,
bat-tastic, as can be.
We’re happy all together
my twelve thousand bats and me!
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