Among the lush green grasses grew,
Dandelions bright in yellow too,
As the wind blew they shook their head,
In still air, they looked ahead.
What a pretty picture they made,
Unaware of the dawn and its wake.
As they woke to the morning sun,
The farmer strides sickle glinting in the sun.
Chop, chop, goes he snipping them all,
Lovely dandelion blooms and all.
Oh! what an end to the lovely blooms,
Their only fault they grew too soon.
Weeds and pests are a threat,
To all veggies, green and red,
Says the farmer wise in years,
But poor Dandelions, I am in tears.
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