In a garden so green, grew a celery so keen, with leaves so bright, it shimmered in the night.

Its name was Sarella, a sweet leafy fella’, who dreamed of flight, despite her veggie plight.

‘Oh, how I wish to fly, high up in the sky!’ Sarella sighed, looking up dreamy-eyed.

One night by the moon, came bats—a grand swoon! They flapped and they danced in a whimsical prance.

There was Benny the bat, oh what a charming chap! And Bella, and Bob, in a flappy, happy mob.

‘Why so glum, dear Sarella? You’re as dreamy as a fella!’ Benny chimed in, with a batty big grin.

‘I wish I could fly, in the starry sky high. To see the world so vast, my dream’s been steadfast!’

‘We’ll help you, don’t fret! A night you won’t forget!’ Benny exclaimed, with an idea unproclaimed.

With vines and some twine, they crafted a fine line. ‘Hold on tight, dear Sarella, you’re in for some killa’!’

With a flap and a flip, they all took a trip! Sarella soared in delight, what a magical night!

Past stars and beyond, their friendship grew strong. With hearts light as a feather, they adventured together.

So if you take a stroll, and you hear a sweet roll, look to the skies, where dreams do arise.