Dandelions do not seem aware
That people really do not want them there.
At blossom time, they simply do their best,
With what they have, to venture forth well-dressed.
In sunny yellow frocks, they make the scene,
Convinced that they look great against the green.
And then in snowy tutus they will send
Their children dancing gaily on the wind.
I know some people think that I am nuts,
But I like dandelions; they got guts.

And I like people like the dandelion
Who sometimes fail, but not for lack of tryin',
Who do not question why it is they live,
But give the world the best they have to give.
Not asking praise or even toleration,
They do their thing according to their station.