DANDELIONDANDELION

                                        Pretty, little, yellow splash

                                    Growing on my daddy's lawn,

                               I'll pick you now and you'll be gone.

                                                      You know,

                                  My daddy doesn't like you here.

                                       That's what he said to me.

                                    He told me about it yesterday,

                                       While I sat Upon his knee.

                                               I don't understand,

                                    'Cause I just think you're fine.

                                    I don't know why he calls you,

                                   "Those, no 'count dandelions."

                                 We have a pretty lawn, so green,

                                         With little yellow flowers,

                              Where I can sit and play and dream

                                  For hours and hours and hours.

                                        Well, now you have to go.

                                          Although, I love you so.

                                      I'll weave you in a little bow,

                                   And take you everywhere I go.