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!