Spring is here
When baby buds are waking in their cradles high,
And tree-tops are a-shaking as the wind goes by,
The Pussy-Willows nod their furry heads and cry,
"Me you, me you, me you -
Spring is here,
Little dear,
For me and you."
When birdies are a-cheeping on the garden wall,
And green is all a-creeping where the sunbeams fall,
The Pussy-Willows nod their furry heads and call,
"Me you, me you, me you -
Spring is here,
Little dear,
For me and you."
By Florence Hoatson, taken from Harry Golding's book Verses For Children
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