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Title: My Dear Little Bat
Post by: WildThing on May 13, 2015, 04:41:36 AM
Post by: WildThing on May 13, 2015, 04:41:36 AM
My dear little Bat, how you fly around endlessly, you pesky creature of the night.
My dear little Bat, how this feeling of rage, your presence does excite.
Yet, my dear Bat, you fill me with joy as you also bring me such glee,
to know that there is someone out there who is exactly like me.
But, my dear little Bat, I believe that you loathe me, why, oh why can this be?
I reach out and say, "Would you like to play?" Then you lock me up and throw away the key.
So I sit in my room like a good little boy, as you once again thwart my scheme.
Oh my dear little Bat, it was so cold and lonely, until I finally met my queen.
She resisted at first, when I asked her to help. She said "No, no I really shouldn't."
Now we're in love, she is my queen, and I her little "Puddin'."
So she helped me escape, "Now let's torture the Bat," is the first thing that she said.
Now my dear Bruce, I have your dear Robin, but I also have your dear Alfred.
So the time has come, my dear little Bat, where you must choose, Robin or 'Fred,
For if you don't choose when the clock strikes noon, they will surely both be dead.
-Your Dearest Friend,
Jack
PS. HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!
My dear little Bat, how this feeling of rage, your presence does excite.
Yet, my dear Bat, you fill me with joy as you also bring me such glee,
to know that there is someone out there who is exactly like me.
But, my dear little Bat, I believe that you loathe me, why, oh why can this be?
I reach out and say, "Would you like to play?" Then you lock me up and throw away the key.
So I sit in my room like a good little boy, as you once again thwart my scheme.
Oh my dear little Bat, it was so cold and lonely, until I finally met my queen.
She resisted at first, when I asked her to help. She said "No, no I really shouldn't."
Now we're in love, she is my queen, and I her little "Puddin'."
So she helped me escape, "Now let's torture the Bat," is the first thing that she said.
Now my dear Bruce, I have your dear Robin, but I also have your dear Alfred.
So the time has come, my dear little Bat, where you must choose, Robin or 'Fred,
For if you don't choose when the clock strikes noon, they will surely both be dead.
-Your Dearest Friend,
Jack
PS. HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!