Now that all the dandelions have grown old and are sowing their seeds, I thought I'd help!
Dandelions
Some young and saucy dandelions
Stood laughing in the sun;
They were brimming full of happiness,
And running o’er with fun.
At length they saw beside them
A dandelion old;
His form was bent and withered,
Gone were his locks of gold.
“Oh, Oh!” they cried,” Just see him;
Old greybeard, how d’ye do?
We’d hide our heads in grasses,
If we were bald as you.”
But lo! When dawned the morning,
Up rose each tiny head,
Decked not with golden tresses,
But long grey locks instead.
- Anonymous
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