Dame Dandelion

Lots of dandelion 'clocks' at the moment and it's lovely to see the goldfinches coming for the seeds.  I found this poem (below), so thought I would share it. (Not one of mine).

Dame Dandelion was young and fair
Bright and golden was her hair
Then what a change took place one night!
Her golden hair turned silver white

And Oh! then, what a sight to see!
No hair at all where hair should be!
For the wind came up with a mighty puff -
And blew away all Dame Dandelion's fluff
And left her to stand on her One Green Leg
Alone in the grass, as bald as an egg.