The little Balmy Breezes shook The Pussy Willows by the brook Until they all began to mew, Just like real pussy kittens do.
And this made Mrs. Cow laugh, who, in the story before this, you remember, had tinkled the little bell she carried on a leather collar around her neck, to caution her little calf not to run too far away.
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