Chatty Chatty Bats

Chatty Batty Bats

There are Chatty Chatty Bats in the belfry

And they’re blind, but kind

And they won’t ever mind

Just as long as you’re quiet while they’re speaking

‘Bout the wicked wistful cats who are sulking

Eyeing dinner overhead

Hanging peacefully in dread

Of losing their grip and falling

Losing their grip and falling

But oh how they’ll bite, and fight and bite

And scratch and claw

Screech and swarm and swarm and screech

Until they’re gone and

Disappeared invisible again invisible