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The bat is dun with wrinkled wings / Like fallow article, / And not a song pervades his lips, / Or none perceptible.
His small umbrella, quaintly halved, / Describing in the air / An arc alike inscrutable, -- / Elate philosopher!
Deputed from what firmament / Of what astute abode, / Empowered with what malevolence / Auspiciously withheld.
To his adroit Creator / Ascribe no less the praise; / Beneficent, believe me, / His eccentricities.