The Dandelion Cycle By Emilie Poulsson
"Pretty little Goldilocks, shining in the sun,
Pray, what will become of you when the summer’s done ?"
"Then I’ll be old Silverhead; for, as I grow old,
All my shining hair will be white instead of gold.
"And where rests a silver hair that has blown from me,
Other little Goldilocks in the Spring you’ll see!
"Goldilocks to Silverhead, Silverhead to gold,
So the change is going on every year, I’m told."