THE DANDELION
- gyp sy
- gild
- idle
Little Gypsy dandelion,
Dancing in the sun,
Have you any curls to sell?
“Not a single one!”
Little idle dandelion
Then I’ll mow you down.
What is it you’re good for, pray,
With your golden crown?
“Ah! I gild the fields so green
In the pleasant spring,
Shining like the morning star
With the light I bring.”