Sir Dandelion by Mrs. E.J.H. Goodfellow

Come, Sir Dandelion,
So old and gray,
Will you tell to me
The time of day?

You won't tell unless
I blow your head?
Then, old Dandelion,
You'd be dead.

And the sweet buttercips,
Would they cry?
I'll never kill you,
No, not I.

Good-bye, Dandelion;
You take your ease;
Sway with the wild flowers
In the breeze

Tiny Tot's Speaker, Designed for the Wee Ones: Composed of Recitations