Pity to thou thy doleful bat,
Wishing to enjoy the bright,
Longing to roam like eagle in noontide,
But thy life is mysterious,
Flying out in the night.
No fault of thy own life,
But having to be out of light,
Coz’ everyone will destroy thy delight,
As you’re strange to lovely earth,
Of half animal and bat,
And no land for thy own right.