Hello there, Mr. Dandelion, so brave to come again
And try again to build your home among my tenderer shoots.
I must confess, your brilliant blooms inspire me every spring
And almost (note that: almost) sway my heart to bless your roots.
But you refuse to be content to simply take your place
Among the myriad flowers that grow in each one's sanctioned space,
To spread in gradual, happy ways, content to hold their spot.
No, you insist that you alone must fill the entire plot.
And don't! I said, 'Don't even try appealing to my kids! '
'Oh, Daddy, please! ' the kids will beg. 'O please, please let them live!
'We wish to pick and blow the dandies' fluffy little pods.'
The end will never come to all the trouble that will give.
So, once again, I deeply plunge my blade into your heart,
And, somewhat sadly, end your fun and beauty from the start.
But, kids, don't cry, the dandelions will be back, never fear.
Surprising and spectacular, they'll tempt me every year.
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