Willow Whistles

Oh, it’s time for making whistles! Let us go—let us go, To the wild secluded places Where lilting streamlets flow; Where graceful pussy-willows In a shining silver throng, Are dancing by the waters To the music of their song.

It is time for making whistles That will blow—that will blow; For the green is on the upland, The woods and hedges glow; The South Wind wafts a greeting— The birds a welcome sing; Oh, it’s time for willow whistles To pipe in praise of Spring!