Red Lipped Batfish Poem by Ima Ryma

Red lipped batfish my kind be named.
Fluorescent bright red lips we smack.
The feature for which we're most famed.
The more red, the more inside track
For attracting most desired mate.
Galapagos my kind call home.
On seabed sand I gravitate,
'Walking' on pseudo legs to roam,
Seeking to find edible prey,
Small crustaceans and fish and such,
Always get my catch of the day.
No predators bother me much.

I kind of look like one, so that
Is why my name includes word, 'bat.'