English poem
March
by Nora Archibald Smith (1859–1934)
Pussy with the silver fur; Willow, pussy willow! Dollie wants to hear you purr; Willow, pussy willow!
Kites are sailing in the sky; Willow, pussy willow! Wind is tossing branches high; Willow, pussy willow!
March has come, ’tis time to blow; Willow, pussy willow! All your glossy kits to show; Willow, pussy willow!