Dandelion by George Cooper
Dandelion, Dandelion, Where's your cap of gold,
Dandelion, Dandelion, Summer's coming on,
Where's the jacket, green and trim, That you wore of old?
And your wig is snowy white, Golden locks are gone;
Then you nodded to the birds in a jaunty way,
And you danced to every tune
That the breeze could play.
Age comes creeping on,
Now your wig is snowy white,--
Golden locks are gone.
But you've had a merry time
Since your days began;
And even now you are
A cheery, Blithe old man.
Helen Barron Bostwick [1840 - 1927]