Sing a song catkins
Sleeping in a row 
While their nurse, the winter wind,
Slowly to and fro 
Rocks the willow cradle 
Where they dream and grow. 
Through the silent chamber
Ringing loud and clear 
Comes the call of Father Sun,
"Waken, kittens dear, 
Cease your lazy nodding,
Wake! for Spring is here!" 
Swiftly on the summons
Winter wraps are shed, 
Helter, skelter, little kits
Tumble out of bed, 
Perch upon the branches
Waiting to be fed. 
Now comes Mother Shower
Toilettes to complete, 
Makes each fuzzy little face
Shining, smooth, and sweet. 
Leaves the glossy garments
Nicely washed and neat. 

Funny little catkins,
Can not purr and play. 
Ears nor eyes nor flying feet, 
Tails nor teeth have they, 
For pretty pussy willows 
Are these kittens gray