Day 42


A poem.


There once was a little old elderly
bat


named Ambalajambalaboom


who lived in a cave
by the sea in the waves


and would sing by the light of the moon


(the moon)


he'd sing by the light of the moon.


And every night he would 
-rat a tat tat-


his echolocation-type voices


singing songs to remind himself
(rat a tat tat)
of the cliffs that stood under the moon


(the moon)


yeah, he'd sing by the light of the moon.


'Cause he was quite a quick little bat
as he'd do his small trick that consumed little bats


and he'd see the whole world
through one sigh


(one sigh)


and he'd see the whole world
through one sigh.


So


who says to see
you need eyes?