
Poem:
This is a poem about lovely little creatures.
Plants and animals can be seen,
Everywhere on the bean.
Every little bird is through,
In the mountain up to you.
And when they see you, nice and clear,
They say hello and go and steer,
But when the night has come to be
Little bats come out and do
Some supper.
There's also vampire bats,
Who stick their teeth into the shoes
Of harmless little crock-a-boos.
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