THE BAT

            In the evening, there’s a bat.
            It flies around so quickly that
            I only see it where it was.
            I never see it where it’s at.   
  
            It even flies into the woods
            And never bumps its head.
            If I flew through the trees like that, 
            I think I'd wind up dead.                                              

           Do you know what it’s looking for,
           While flying through the night?
           Do you know how it gets around
           With hardly any light?