Two fruit bats do hang out, they do,
Upside down, swinging in the air
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
In a chill out mode by the pair.
Their internal clocks do tell that
The keepers soon will bring their lunch,
Some fruit, into their habitat,
Upon which both of them will munch.
Until then the fruit bats just shoot
The breeze while hanging in the dark.
And when there comes the sense of fruit,
A launch off to lunch will embark.
Come to Small Mammal House to see
Fruit bats going topsy turvy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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