A time ago, I looked up to the mighty sky,
Been wondering why cant I live up there high.
Hanging with the hooks of heaven,
Isn't this what bats have proven?
Senile I sound, but true by my heart,
Hither thither, I will hunt only in the night.
Eerie, fear and dark; I could be 'em all,
King, please consent me, I want to be a bat once and all.
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