I’m a night stalker, but not a gawker, a big talker, or a walker.
I see so well, can’t you tell? I’m so swell. I just don’t come from out of Hell.
Folks ‘fraid of bugs, I save. They rave that I’m not brave and I live in a cave.
Echoing is heard from me, who’s furred. Mum’s the word that I fly like a bird.
On insects, I chomp; hunt with pomp, as in the air I romp: over the swamp.
The call, of the loon, come soon with its haunting tune, as I shine from the moon.
I give flight to have a bite using my sonar sight all throughout the night.
I left my habitat; ate many a gnat; that’s where it’s at: I’m a bat.
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