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March and Pussy-willow.


If you ask me why I am laughing so,

I will tell you true.—An hour ago,

As I played on the bank of the silvery creek,

I broke off a branch from the Willow sleek


Oh ho! it was fun to hear and to see

How she fretted and fumed, and scolded me.

She called on the Wind—the Wind came light—

And together they beat me left and right.


But all her lashes and all her whips

Only tickled my cheeks, with her fleecy tips;

She fancied she hurt me—she didn't, you know,—

And that is why I am laughing so!

Edith M. Thomas.