The Poplar Tree

White fluff is drifting like snow round our feet;
Puff! it goes blowing
Away down the street.
Where does it come from? Look up and see!

There, from the Poplar!
Yes, from that tree!
Tassels of silky white fluffiness there
Hang among leaves

All a-shake in the air.
Fairies, you well may guess, use it to stuff
Pillows and cushions,
And play with it—puff!