DANDY DANDELION

When Dandy Dandelion wakes

And combs his yellow hair,

The ant his cup of dewdrop takes

And sets his bed to air;

The worm hides in a quilt of dirt

To keep the thrush away,

The beetle dons his pansy shirt —

They know that it is day!

And caterpillars haste to milk

The cowslips in the grass;

The spider, in his web of silk,

Looks out for flies that pass.

These humble people leap from bed,

They know the night is done:

When Dandy spreads his golden head

They think he is the sun!

Dear Dandy truly does not smell

As sweet as some bouquets;

No florist gathers him to sell,

He withers in a vase;

Yet in the grass he's emperor,

And lord of high renown;

And grateful little folk adore

His bright and shining crown.