Pretty little dandelions
Don't sit in nice neat rows
They follow their hearts and their dreams
And where the wind does blow

I love my hardy dandelions
They know to persevere
Their little songs will always flow
Where gardeners can't hear

They will not drop
For silly things
Like being torn
Or poisonings

And These dear sweet flowers
Let their beauty show
In their stunning yellow smiles
And fluffy white tufts kids blow
For hours

And so my pretty dandelions
Yes, they go where others should
But they do their best as they can
And I promise they'll be good