Barrelling Rose rode rodeo
And the RedHat Rose was she
Racing around
The Barrelling ground
On her mustang Cherokee
Rose's name of RedHat came
From a family hand me down
Half Irish/Scots American
Half Apachi Prairie Indian
Rose's redhat whooped the town
Practicing and watching
Near as soon as Rose could ride
Grandma Redhat racing mama
Her heart pulsing with the drama
Rose was racing from first stride
Every broom to Rose a mustang
Every mud pit was the track
But her life of course
Required a horse
When Cherokee gave up her back
Barrellin Rose rode Cherokee
To the best time at the worlds
Every witness to that day
Spoke of greatness and to say
Barrellin's truly fastest girls
Houston, Vegas, Blackfoot, Dodge
Rose Judged throughout the west
As her famous red hat rises
To the victors tears and prizes
And their timed runs near her best
Finally one would earn the crown
In the Red Hats final year
Grandaughter Rose
On her Twinkletoes
Ran a fifteen five I hear
Passing down the mantle
Roses rodeo could now close
To the figure 8's next highness
Barrel racing bloodline's finest
And our Red Hats newest Rose
-Hermit King-
