  Hey-a-day-a-day, my dear! Dandelion time! Come, and let us make for them a pretty little rhyme! See the meadows twinkling now, beautiful and bright As the sky when through the blue shine the stars at night! Once upon a time, folks say, mighty kings of old Met upon a splendid field called "The Cloth of Gold." But, we wonder, could it be there was ever seen Brighter gold than glitters now in our meadows green? Dandelions, dandelions, shining through the dew, Let the kings have Cloth of Gold, but let us have you! |
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