Today I saw, oh, quite the sight, A man on a pole, dressed in black-tight. Crowds gathered, police gave a shout, “What’s your name? What’s this about?”
He stood tall, his voice so deep, “I am Batman,” made the crowd leap. A silence fell, then laughter grew, Till another yelled, “I’m Batman too!”
Each man then puffed their chest in pride, “I’m the hero,” they all replied. From pole to street, the claim was grand, Each one a savior of this land.
Yet as the scene turned to delight, We all forgot the true dark knight. For Batman isn’t just a name— It’s every man’s secret, heroic claim.