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Getting the Hang of it


Little Bat grew quickly.
His mom was very proud.
He was kind and smart as well
And hung with a good crowd.

He could fly fast, his wings were strong.
He’d do tricks in the air.
He’d make his friends laugh with great jokes
And all his fruit he’d share.

He had a great imagination
And artistic too!
He’d draw in dirt with his wing
For everyone to view.

He was such a happy pup,
But one thing made him frown.
The poor thing was so afraid
To hang upside down.

All the blood rushed to his head
And made him feel quite ill.
No matter what his mom would say
He’d not practice this skill.

“As a Bat, it’s what we do!’

Mom would plead and beg

For little Bat to try again,
And hang down from his legs.

“You’ll eventually get used it,”
Mom tried to persuade.
But nothing that she ever said
Made him less afraid.

“When I hang down, my head hurts.
I don’t feel good at all.
I feel dizzy and shaky too-
Like I’m about to fall!”

His mother tried to explain,
“We cannot sleep upright.
It’s easier when upside down;
It’s best for taking flight.”


“We can’t take off like the birds
And soar up to the sky.
We have to drop a little bit,
Our wings then take us high!”

Little Bat answered back,
“I’ll keep clinging onto you-
Why can’t we just keep on 
Doing what we do?”

Mother Bat breathed out hard,
With exasperation.
“You’re growing up and you’re too big,
It’s a different situation.”

Little Bat felt some shame-
His friends could hang with ease.
He worried they’d make fun of him-
That they’d bully and they’d tease.

One day while playing on the ground
His friends had asked how come
He wasn’t hanging upside down,
But clinging to his mum?

Little Bat just told the truth,

He got dizzy and might fall.

He prepared himself for laughter

But that did not happen at all!


All his friends just turned around,

Forming a little cluster.

Little Bat watched what they’d do

With as much nerve as he could muster.


Suddenly they spun around,

Each one wearing a smile

“We think we solved the problem,

But you must give us a while.”


Little Bat was confused,

But said, “Sure, take your time.”

He was curious to see

What was on their mind.


He watched them gather tons of leaves

And twigs from all around.

They picked them up off of trees 

And laid them on the ground.


While they worked, they did not speak-

Little Bat just cocked his head.

And when they finished, he could see

They made a little bed!


They were proud and happy

As they were revealing

The little hammock that they made

That strapped onto the ceiling!


Ends tied to stalactites

Next to where they’d all sleep.

Little Bat felt so touched

He thought that he would weep.


“Now you can come sleep with us,

Our group can stay united!”

Little Bat smiled wide,

He was so delighted.


He thanked them all right from his heart

And said, “I hadn’t known

If you would make fun of me

And leave me all alone”


“Of course not!  You are one of us!

Did you not know that?

To not see how much we love you,

You’re blind as a bat!”


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