2. PUSSY WILLOW. 



! you pussy willow, 

 Pretty little thing, 

 Coming in the sunshine 

 Of the merry spring. 

 Tell me, tell me, pussy ! 

 For I want to know, 

 Where it is you come from, 

 How it is you grow." 



" Now, my little children, 

 If you look at me 

 And my little sisters, 

 I am sure you '11 see 

 Tiny little houses, 

 Out of which we peep, 

 When we first are waking 

 From our winter's sleep. 



" As the days grow milder 

 Out we put our heads, 

 And we lightly move us 

 In our little beds ; 



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