Just a poem. That's all.

Rosey Dozey, Rosey Dozey,
bounces 'cross the floor
'says to herself: " I'm a posy, growing at the shore."

I say : " Rosey, dear sweet Rosey,
you've been driving me quite nuts..."

So says Rosey with a giggle : " That's 'cause you're a putz ! "

" Look at me, I fell like a tree ! " said Rosey Dozey, smiling at me.

I sit so still,
I can watch night fall,
and pray she sleeps well;
when I won't hear her at all.