I wrote this poem because my daughter swears she heard bats above her ceiling in the night. Bats are very very special because they are so rare and clever. If you have bats in your attic make sure you take good care of them.
There are bats up in our attic
I can hear their flapping wings
When I'm lying in my bed at night
Thinking ghostly things
My mum says it's just squirrels
My dad says its a bird
But I know the truth, it's bats alright
Cos this is what I've heard.
Flap flap
Squeak squeak
Rustle, scrabble, plop
I dread to think what kind of stuff
Those little batties drop.
The attic must be covered
In their little batty pellets
They're piling up above my head
I'm surprised no one can smell it
Today I found a ladder
And climbed up in the loft
To try and see their silky wings
And downy fur so soft
I saw their great enormous ears
And little mousy faces
As they dangled in a tidy line
Snoring in their places
Yes, there's bats up in my attic
They're tiny and they're rare
And it isn't true that flying bats
Get tangled in your hair
For bats are very clever
They can see their way around
Not with their eyes like we do
But by making tiny sounds
While I'm at school, they sleep and sleep
Cozy in our loft
Then fly around at night time
Catching bugs and moths
So I'm happy as I lie in bed
With the covers pulled up tight
Chattering with my special friends
In the middle of the night.
Andrew's Batty Poem: Bats Bats
They wear big hats
The don't like cats
That sit on mats
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