Pussy-Willows

Sing a song catkins

Sleeping in a row

While their nurse, the winter wind,

Slowly to and fro

Rocks the willow cradle

Where they dream and grow.

Through the silent chamber

Ringing loud and clear

Comes the call of Father Sun,

"Waken, kittens dear,

Cease your lazy nodding,

Wake! for Spring is here!"

Swiftly on the summons

Winter wraps are shed,

Helter, skelter, little kits

Tumble out of bed,

Perch upon the branches

Waiting to be fed.

Now comes Mother Shower

Toilettes to complete,

Makes each fuzzy little face

Shining, smooth, and sweet.

Leaves the glossy garments

Nicely washed and neat.

Funny little catkins,

Can not purr and play.

Ears nor eyes nor flying feet,

Tails nor teeth have they,

For pretty pussy willows

Are these kittens gray