I have a little pussy, And her coat is silver gray;; She lives out in the meadow She never runs away. She always is a pussy, She'll never be a cat For she's pussy willow! Now what do you think of that? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO A MISTRESS DYING by WILLIAM DAVENANT TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT |