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A small creature way up high Spies in the shadows close to the sky His gleaming eyes flash here and there But scarcely stops to stare His winded up face shows behind his wing But his voice so high you can’t hear him sing When it’s night Oh! What a fright This bat… Flies like a kite.
The Mysterious Creature
