O dandelion that I see
All beautiful and yellowy
Your hours are lowly numbered
Gardeners have you in their sights
Prepare for reading of last rites
Cuz you will soon succumber
A sunny, cheerful, common weed
That will not get to spread its seed
Because it is the target
Of pulling, yanking, and indeed
The chemicals in Weed and Feed
On sale down at the market
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