Do you know that
If you were a bat,
You’d hang by your toes
When you wanted to doze?
That you’d sleep upside down
Like a circus clown
Who hangs by his feet
From a rafter or cleat?
That you’d sleep through daylight
And fly only at night
And eat bugs as you fly,
Flitting low, zooming high?
Well, you would—all of that,
If you were a bat!