One day at an idealogy shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats.

"Got any bats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No bats here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely pies,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some rise."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally impatient,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call abortifacient,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit yellow.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty mellow.

So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the idealogy shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."

"Cats, bats, you shall find.
Pies, rise, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Springs Market.

So to Springs Market I decided to go,
In search of the bats I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling rings,
Marbles in many shades.
There were even stalls selling dings
People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather yellow
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all mellow.

Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some pies and cats.

"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the bats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.