The dandelion is brave and gay,
And loves to grow beside the way;
A braver thing was never seen
To praise the grass for growing green;
You never saw a gayer thing,
To sit and smile and praise the Spring.
The children with their simple hearts,
The lazy men that come in carts,
The little dogs that lollop by,
They all have seen its shining eye:
And every one of them would say,
They never saw a thing so gay.