A dandelion is a weed
But with one puff, its seeds are freed,
Though what you really ought to know
Is you should wish before you blow.
But with one puff, its seeds are freed,
Though what you really ought to know
Is you should wish before you blow.
Will such a wish come true? It might
For as the fluffy stuff takes flight,
It scatters quickly on the breeze
And lands where not a soul foresees.
For as the fluffy stuff takes flight,
It scatters quickly on the breeze
And lands where not a soul foresees.
Perhaps it gently settles down
Upon the King of Wishes’ crown.
That seems a better bet to make
Than candle wishes from a cake.
Upon the King of Wishes’ crown.
That seems a better bet to make
Than candle wishes from a cake.
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