They call them pussywillows,
But there's no cat to see
Except the little furry toes
That stick out on the tree.

I think that very long ago
When I was just born new,
There must have been whole pussycats,
Where just the toes stick through.

And ev'ry spring it worries me,
I cannot ever find
Those willow cats that ran away
And left their toes behind.