The Dandelion by Mary N. Prescott
Little gypsy dandelion
Dancing in the Sun,
Have you any curls to sell?
"Not a single one!"
Have you any eggs and cheese
To go a-marketing?
"I have neither one of these,
For beggar or for king."
Little idle dandelion,
Then I'll mow you down.
What is it you're good for, pray,
With your golden crown?
"Oh, I gild the fields, afar,
In the pleasant spring,
Shining like the morning star,
With the light of ring."