Classic Poem

Some young and saucy dandelions
Stood laughing in the sun;
They were brimming full of happiness,
And running o'er with fun.

They stretched their necks so slender
To stare up to the sky;
They frolicked with the bumble-bee,
And teased the butterfly.

At length they saw beside them
A dandelion old;
His form was bent and withered,
Gone were his looks of gold.

“Oh, oh!” they cried, “just see him;
“Old greybeard, how d'ye do?
We'd hide our heads in the grasses,
If we were as bald as you.”

So they mocked the poor old fellow,
Till night came on apace;
Then a cunning little green night-cap
Hid each tiny little face.

But lo! when dawned the morning,
Up rose each tiny head,
Decked not with golden tresses,
But long grey locks instead.