PUSSY WILLOW AND THE SOUTH WIND.
Reading edition
Fie! moping still by the sleepy brook? Little Miss Pussy, how dull you look! Prithee, throw off that cloak of brown, And give me a glimpse of your gray silken gown! My gray silken gown, Sir Wind, is done, Put its golden fringes are not quite spun. What a slow little spinner! pray, pardon me, But I have had time to cross the sea. Haste forth, dear Miss Pussy! the sky is blue, And I’ve a secret to whisper to you. Nay, nay, they say Winds are changeful things, I’ll wait, if you please, till the Bluebird sings.