I am the bat, winging low
And I just wanted you to know
That I am really not so bad,
And in fact I'm slightly sad
'Cause even though I cannot see,
People are afraid of me.

I can sense their pointing fingers
And the smell of fear that lingers.
When I swoop down for some food,
I can sense the frightful mood
Of those who think I'm there to kill
Innocents with blood to spill.

When I try to take a nap
People grab a great big bat
And climb up to my nesting place
With hate and terror on their face
And take an ugly huffing swing,
And back off in the night I wing
To find a land with my own kind
Where we can rest and still be blind
To the terrors of this place:
Those we call the human race.