Spring’s First Visitor

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Pussy Willow wakened from her cozy winter nap,

For the frolicking spring breeze, on her door would tap.

“It is chilly weather, though the sun feels good;

I will wrap up warmly and 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, than when Pussy came to town,

In her hood of silver gray, and tiny coat of brown.

Happy little children cried with laugh and shout,

“Spring is coming, coming, Mistress Pussy Willow’s out!”

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