They call them pussy-willows,
But there's no cat to see
Except the little furry toes
That stick out on the tree.
I think that very long ago,
When I was just born new,
There must have been whole pussy-cats
Where just the toes stick through
And every Spring it worries me,
I cannot ever find
Those willows-cats that ran away
And left their toes behind!
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