27 years ago, out of a moonlit sky,
A little pair of wings were heard,
A bat went fluttering by,
It's blackened wings and sharpened fangs,
It really was a sight,
As it left a trail of goth destruction and flew on into the night.
My Loleetah, though you've flown off into the night, You are remembered.
Happy birthday and keep on flying my little bat.