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Childhood by John Clare 1793-1864
One summer eves with wild delight
We bawled the bat to y
Who in the'I Spy' dusky light
Shreiked loud and flickered by
And up we tossed our huttle cocks
and tried to hit the moon
and wondered bats would flye so long
and they come down so soon
Traditional Verse from Cornwall
Airy mouse, airy mouse, fly over my head
and you shall have a crust of bread
and when I brew, and when I bake
You shall have a piece of my wedding cake
Alphabet Verse, Edward Lear
B was a bat who slept all day
and fluttered about when the sun went away
B brown little bat.
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