"A Buttercup" by Dandelion Poetry
A little yellow buttercup
Stood laughing in the sun;
The grass all green around it,
The summer just begun;
Its saucy little head abrim
With happiness and fun.
Near by--grown old, and gone to seed,
A dandelion grew;
To right and left with every breeze
His snowy tresses flew.
He shook his hoary head and said;
"I've some advice for you.
"Don't think that because you're yellow now,
That golden days will last;
I was as gay as you are, once,
But now my youth is past.
This day will be my last to bloom;
The hours are going fast.
"Perhaps your fun may last a week,
But then you'll have to die."
The dandelion ceased to speak--
A breeze that capered by
Snatched all the white hairs from his head,
And wafted them on high:
His yellow neighbor first looked sad,
Then, cheering up,he said:
"If one's to live in fear of death,
One might as well be dead."
The little buttercup laughted on,
And waved his golden head.
"A Buttercup" -- K.C.
"Dandelion" by Evaleen Stein
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!
by Evaleen Stein (1863-1923)