Rosie Posie

Farmer Bob lets me live in his barn.

I eat the mice and this makes him happy.

I roam the farm beneath a benevolent moon

and laughing stars.

The cows and horses leave me alone.

I am not lonely.

I like this quiet solitary life.

Farmer Bob calls me Rosie Posie

but I don't know why.

He chuckles whenever he sees me.