In the desert night,
there lies a joey within its mother's sight.
It lies beside her in the desert grass,
taking a well needed nap for this younger lass.
There which bats will take flight,
this joey will sleep in this starry night.
She sleeps by her mother's side,
dreaming of all the good times as her mother tried.
Just she wakes in the morning bliss,
she is blessed with a mother's kiss.
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