A little dandelion, yellowish and golden and white,
dancing with wind, blunt and bright.
A little dandelion, in the summer meadow,
expecting to be picked by a girl or fellow.
A little dandelion, fighting to be safe and grow,
Against the sun and water and wind that flow.
Oh! you little dandelion, don't struggle and get torn,
cause the little you die and more you born.
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