Versos English Nora Archibald Smith March

English poem

March

by (1859–1934)

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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!