Classic Poem

March 1915

Pussy willow, pussy willow
Do you bloom in Belgium now?

Tiny furry little catkins
Where the Meuse runs green and clear,
Do the children run to pick you
In this springtime of the year?
Do they stroke you and caress you
Kiss the silky balls of fur,
Take you to the priest to bless you
And pretend to hear you purr?
Do their small hot fingers wilt you?
(Sweethearts, you remember how--)

Pussy willow, pussy willow,
Do you bloom in Belgium now?English