Ode to the Dandelion
(or Why I Shouldn't Cut the Grass)
The sun shines high: the rain's gone by.
It's Dandelion Day.
From fertile spawn my plush green lawn
Is mottled yellow spray.
The neighbors' round, all cutting down
Their blades and flowers gay ~
Now green they've got, a common lot,
While mine's in vast array.
Why should I mow these lovelies low,
Defying Sunshine's ray?
To bring them down the sun might frown,
And turn blue sky to gray.
I'll let their seeds fallow new weeds
And mow another day.
Resplay they should, the neighborhood.
The Dandelions stay.