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Basil is a fruit bat Who flies through the trees, And flying is what fruit bats do With the most consumate ease, He flies until he comes to The place he's looking for Where the figs grow in abundance And he feasts till he can feast no more. Now I wonder what then happens When nature's functions call And when he's hanging upside down, Where does his wee and poo all fall? Tom Higgins 12/05/2014
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
Basil the Fruit Bat
Basil is a fruit bat Who flies through the trees, And flying is what fruit bats do With the most consumate ease, He flies until he comes to The place he's looking for Where the figs grow in abundance And he feasts till he can feast no more. Now I wonder what then happens When nature's functions call And when he's hanging upside down, Where does his wee and poo all fall? Tom Higgins 12/05/2014
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
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