MARCH 1915

Pussy willow, pussy willow

Do you bloom in Belgium now?

Tiny furry little catkins

Where the Meuse runs green and clear,

Do the children run to pick you

In this springtime of the year?

Do they stroke you and caress you

Kiss the silky balls of fur,

Take you to the priest to bless you

And pretend to hear you purr?

Do their small hot fingers wilt you?

( Sweethearts, you remember how —)

Pussy willow, pussy willow,

Do you bloom in Belgium now?