The dandelion

The dandelion is brave and gay

And loves to sit beside the way;

A braver thing was never seen,

To praise the grass for growing green;

You never saw a gayer thing,

To sit and smile and praise the spring.

The children with their simple hearts,

The lazy men that come in carts,

The little dogs that lollop by,

They all have seen its shining eye,

Any every one of them would say

They never saw a thing so gay.