Windy March is blowing, with all her might, brooks are overflowing, with foam all white, though it's cold as winter, snowy, blowy, little Pussy Willow came to town last night.
Pussy wore her mittens of light gray fur, Downy as a kitten, they surely were, such a cunning midget, roughy, fluffy, little Pussy Willow won't you please to purr.