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?"