- Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
- How I wonder what you're at!
- Up above the world you fly,
- Like a teatray in the sky.
- Twinkle, twinkle—
Scribal points for explaining what made hatters mad.
I do not know from hats,
or their millinery mental vapors.
Nor do I know of mercury gas
but for compact fluorescent tapers.
But I do know a bit about bats,
and their nocturnal feeding capers.
For their copious digested gnats,
require sharp guano scrapers.