Golden buttons on my lawn
For everyone to see
A healing ointment for my eyes
Placed there just for me

Some people use these buttons
To make up some fine wine
But I just like to grow them
Those good old dandelions

Now problems brewing on my street
The weed man comes along
He told me that they were ugly weeds
And should be dead and gone

He said he had some poison
That he would gladly spray
Upon my lovely grass
A magic mixture so weeds would stay away

I told him not to worry
They won't go over night
But when they are ripe and ready
Then they will all take flight

Wayne Anthony