DANDY DANDELION
When Dandy Dandelion wakes
And combs his yellow hair,
And sets his bed to air;
To keep the thrush away,
They know that it is day!
The cowslips in the grass;
Looks out for flies that pass.
They know the night is done:
They think he is the sun!
As sweet as some bouquets;
He withers in a vase;
And lord of high renown;
His bright and shining crown.