I'm a pretty little thing,
Always coming with the spring;
In the meadows green I'm found,
Peeping just above the ground;
And my stalk is covered flat
With a white and yellow hat.
Little lady, when you pass
Lightly o'er the tender grass,
Skip about, but do not tread
On my meek and lowly head;
For I always seem to say,
Surely winter's gone away.
Unknown.
Pussy Willow
Pussy Willow wakened
From her Winter nap,
For the frolic Spring Breeze
On her door would tap.
"It is chilly weather
Though the sun feels good;
I will wrap up warmly;
Wear my furry hood."
Mistress Pussy Willow
Opened wide her door;
Never had the sunshine
Seemed so bright before.
Never had the brooklet
Seemed so full of cheer;
"Good morning, Pussy Willow,
Welcome to you, dear!"
Never guest was quainter:—
Pussy came to town
In a hood of silver gray
And a coat of brown.
Happy little children
Cried with laugh and shout,
"Spring is coming, coming,
Pussy Willow's out."