Five Batty Bats
Five batty bats
Were hanging ’neath the moon.
“Quiet!” said the first.
“The witch is coming soon.”
“She’s green,” said the second,
“With a purple pointy nose.”
“Black boots,” said the third,
“Cover up her pointy toes.”
“Her broom,” said the fourth,
“Can scratch you - that I know!”
“I’m scared,” said the fifth,
“I think we’d better go.”
Five batty bats
Escaped into the night.
“Dear me,” said the witch
“That’s a scary sight!”
by Author Unknown
Five batty bats
Were hanging ’neath the moon.
“Quiet!” said the first.
“The witch is coming soon.”
“She’s green,” said the second,
“With a purple pointy nose.”
“Black boots,” said the third,
“Cover up her pointy toes.”
“Her broom,” said the fourth,
“Can scratch you - that I know!”
“I’m scared,” said the fifth,
“I think we’d better go.”
Five batty bats
Escaped into the night.
“Dear me,” said the witch
“That’s a scary sight!”
by Author Unknown
