Minnie in the bed,
and Rosie upon my head;
habits are forming.
Minnie in the bed,
and Rosie upon my head;
habits are forming.
And a pretty cat at that
She likes to sit on a mat
And make like a bat;
Upon the door she knocks ‘rat-a-tat-tat!’
And she knows where she’s at;
She’s ever so small;
And you can’t say she’s fat;
She has no excess poundage,
She’s as lean a gnat;
I don’t think we’ve seen her wearing a hat;
Or dressed to the nines
In some cast off tat.
In fact, Rosie has perfect pitch
And sings in B flat;
I could say much more
But, I’ll leave it at that.