Dandelion, to a gardener no word could be worse
From a man's lips it's often combined with a curse
The neighbor smirks as he looks over your fence
Lotta good it did what with the money you spent
They pop up by the thousands in the middle of the night
Right after you mowed all day, it just doesn't seem right
Along busy highways standing fearless strong and tall
Out of cement sidewalks, tar roads and brick walls
And yet if you should pick one and study it for a bit
Beyond the word Dandelion you'd have a better fit
I tell you for certain, what will take your breath away
Is when your child hands you a dandelion bouquet
Author Eileen Clark
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