COUNTING PIGEONS

Counting pigeons wherever she goes
Is Rosie crazy nobody knows
One,two,three,four Rosie would say 
This is how Rosie gets through her day 

Wherever the pigeons are Rosie is always there 
People would look at her point and stare 
For Rosie there is no finer sight 
Than counting pigeons on a hot summer night 

I saw Rosie in town the other day 
Just as the pigeons started to fly away 
That is the time when Rosie is sad and blue 
Counting crows is the not the same and just won't do