You'll pardon my disheveled hair
and clothes in disarray,
but I was blown round, here and there,
as I flew on my way.
My radar tangled with the storm;
I nearly lost my path.
With only fur to keep me warm
I've had a freezing bath!
You do not believe that minutes past
I was a soaring bat?
Well, a pity to waste your last
moments thinking of that!
Look at these teeth. Have you ever seen
fangs that are sharp, and glint?
I keep them edged, and white and clean
with toothpaste tinged with mint.
You are the one tonight I stalk.
You will not feel much pain.
Dammit! I mutht learn not to talk,
I've bit my wip again!