Young Dandelion

YOUNG Dandelion On a hedge-side, Said young Dandelion, "Who'll be my bride?

"I'm a bold fellow As ever was seen, With my shield of yellow, In the grass green.

"You may uproot me, From field and from lane, Trample me, cut me,-- I spring up again.

"I never flinch, Sir, Wherever I dwell; Give me an inch, Sir. I'll soon take an ell.

"Drive me from garden In anger and pride, I'll thrive and harden By the road-side.

"Not a bit fearful, Showing my face, Always so cheerful In every place."

Said young Dandelion, With a sweet air, "I have my eye on Miss Daisy fair.

"Though we may tarry Till past the cold, Her I will marry Ere I grow old.

"I will protect her From all kinds of harm, Feed her with nectar, Shelter her warm.

"Whate'er the weather, Let it go by; We'll hold together, Daisy and I.

"I'll ne'er give in,--no! Nothing I fear: All that I win, O! I'll keep for my dear."

Said young Dandelion On his hedge-side, "Who'll me rely on? Who'll be my bride?"