There once was a mouse that lived in a house. But he wasn't all mouse but as a matter of fact part bat, that didn't wear much of a hat, nor any pants, lest there be ants. It must have been quite airy, but it was fine as his mouth taste like cherry. Well, he was quite stacked, and nothing he lacked, for all have fallen short, of making it to the airport. And, well, he could fly with wings, and had enough grace for Saturday night flings.