Twinkle, twinkle little bat,
How I wonder what you're at?
When you winged your way into my room,
And gave to me this blue straw broom.
You left again without a sound,
As I turned the broom round and round,
My fingers traced the runes inlaid,
In my innocence, I was not afraid.
My fingers traced the acrance tracing,
In my chest, my heart was racing.
I held the broom between my knees,
And flew out the window, and past the trees.
The runes a-lit with gentle fire,
And called to me to fly higher.
Up I went to, kiss the moon,
Through the night on my blue straw broom.
The heavens turned to rose, I had to leave,
I flew back home, trying to believe,
That I could share the heavens and leave my room,
And take once more skyward on my blue straw broom.