THE PUSSY WILLOWS.
The Pussy Willows, far and near,Give warning when the spring is here;And every little child I knowCan tell where Pussy Willows grow.While winter snows are whirling ’roundNo Pussy Willows can be found;But, dreaming in their beds, they hearThe first awakening of the year.Then soon through frosty windows peepThe downy Pussies, roused from sleep.“The spring is here!†they softly purr—And out they pop to welcome her.
The Pussy Willows, far and near,Give warning when the spring is here;And every little child I knowCan tell where Pussy Willows grow.While winter snows are whirling ’roundNo Pussy Willows can be found;But, dreaming in their beds, they hearThe first awakening of the year.Then soon through frosty windows peepThe downy Pussies, roused from sleep.“The spring is here!†they softly purr—And out they pop to welcome her.
The Pussy Willows, far and near,Give warning when the spring is here;And every little child I knowCan tell where Pussy Willows grow.
The Pussy Willows, far and near,
Give warning when the spring is here;
And every little child I know
Can tell where Pussy Willows grow.
While winter snows are whirling ’roundNo Pussy Willows can be found;But, dreaming in their beds, they hearThe first awakening of the year.
While winter snows are whirling ’round
No Pussy Willows can be found;
But, dreaming in their beds, they hear
The first awakening of the year.
Then soon through frosty windows peepThe downy Pussies, roused from sleep.“The spring is here!†they softly purr—And out they pop to welcome her.
Then soon through frosty windows peep
The downy Pussies, roused from sleep.
“The spring is here!†they softly purr—
And out they pop to welcome her.
—Sara Tawney Lefferts.