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#120. Bat poem

Five Batty Bats
anonymous

Five batty bats
Were hanging ‘neath the moon.

"Quiet!" said the first.
"The witch is coming soon."

"She’s green," said the second,
"With a purple pointy nose."

"Black boots," said the third,
"Cover up her ugly toes."

"Her broom," said the fourth,
"Can scratch you - that I know!"

"I’m scared," said the fifth.
"I think we’d better go."

Five batty bats
Escaped into the night.

"Dear me," said the witch.
"That’s a scary sight!"