Daddy Dandelion was a handsome fellow,
With his coat of green, and his vest of yellow;
He had lots of gold, he was very lazy,
So he chose to scold a modest little daisy.
Silly little daisy, foolish little flower,
Imitating me, to your best of power;
Just then some one passed, who his cane was swinging,
Snapped off Dandelion, ceased his accent singing.
Daisy at the sight, dropped a tear of sorrow,
Closed her eyes and died, opened on the morrow;
Every one that passed, gazing with delight,
Asked her where she found gems, so pure and bright.
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen