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Young Dandelion On a hedge-side, Said young Dandelion, "Who'll be my bride? "I'm a bold fellow As ever was seen, With my shield of yellow, In the grass green. "You may uproot me From field and from lane, Trample me, cut me,— I spring up again. "I never flinch, Sir, Wherever I dwell; Give me an inch, Sir, I'll soon take an ell. "Drive me from garden In anger and pride, I'll thrive and harden By the road-side. "Not a bit fearful, Showing my face, Always so cheerful In every place." Said young Dandelion, With a sweet air, "I have my eye on Miss Daisy fair. "Though we may tarry Till past the cold, Her I will marry Ere I grow old. "I will protect her From all kinds of harm, Feed her with nectar, Shelter her warm. "Whate'er the weather, Let it go by; We'll hold together, Daisy and I. "I'll ne'er give in,—no! Nothing I fear: All that I win, oh! I'll keep for my dear." Said young Dandelion On his hedge-side, "Who'll me rely on? Who'll be my bride?" |