Dandelion, dandelion, glowing so bright, with your little heads nodding in the sunlight.
Why it is that you don’t glow when the light is gone, mom did not like you much when you were in her lawn.
Get some running water, pluck those yellow flowers, pat them dry with paper towels, then dredge with seasoned flour.
Fry them in some cooking oil ’til they are golden brown. Eat them up ’til they are gone, your tummy will not frown.
Okay, I know - bad poetry. I am serious about the dandelion flower heads, though. When they are fixed as mentioned in the ‘poem’ they have a great taste. If you like fried mushrooms, you might like some fried sunshine.
My sis and I did that a while ago. It took about 2 years for that neighborhood to get some dandelions back. Talk about weed control. Too bad we did not know how to fix the greens or the root. I’ve heard that they are edible, too.
When I was still in grade school, we were told to talk about what we had done during the summer. Mom and I had spent our time working on her garden and lawn. She did not appreciate the dandelion very much. There were so many of those yellow flowers showing in her lawn that she created a new name for each one she dug up. I had the chance to tell the teacher that we both spent our time digging up ‘damdelions’. The teacher explained that that was not the right name for the flower/weed. I explained that mom called them that as she dug them up.
I understand, now, why she grinned. 
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