I, the Bat Jeff, gently flow through the Sand Hill River.
I see the sun come up.
It is as bright as a carՉs headlights.
I hear the polar bear growling at me, the Bat Jeff.
The rain pours down from the black sky.
The blue sky comes out in the morning.
It is very beautiful.
The Nelson River is beautiful at the mouth.
It is then, that I, the Bat Jeff, make it to Hudson Bay.