Young Dandelion

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Title:     Young Dandelion
Author: Dinah M. Mulock Craik [More Titles by Craik]

YOUNG Dandelion
On a hedge-side,
Said young Dandelion,
"Who'll be my bride?

"I'm a bold fellow
As ever was seen,
With my shield of yellow,
In the grass green.

"You may uproot me,
From field and from lane,
Trample me, cut me,--
I spring up again.

"I never flinch, Sir,
Wherever I dwell;
Give me an inch, Sir.
I'll soon take an ell.

"Drive me from garden
In anger and pride,
I'll thrive and harden
By the road-side.

"Not a bit fearful,
Showing my face,
Always so cheerful
In every place."

Said young Dandelion,
With a sweet air,
"I have my eye on
Miss Daisy fair.

"Though we may tarry
Till past the cold,
Her I will marry
Ere I grow old.

"I will protect her
From all kinds of harm,
Feed her with nectar,
Shelter her warm.

"Whate'er the weather,
Let it go by;
We'll hold together,
Daisy and I.

"I'll ne'er give in,--no!
Nothing I fear:
All that I win, O!
I'll keep for my dear."

Said young Dandelion
On his hedge-side,
"Who'll me rely on?
Who'll be my bride?"

[The end]
Dinah M. Mulock Craik's poem: Young Dandelion

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