The Pussy Willow Place

As I walk through the Pussy Willow trees,
I stop to hear the busy bees,
And in my arms the Pussy Willows sleep,
They feel like baby's soft little hands and feet,
I look around and feel calm and happy inside,
The feeling I have I cannot hide,
I see the glistening sun peeping from behind the Pussy Willow trees,
This is all that one would want to sees.