Is she saucy? Is she bold?
Shaking out her locks of gold,
Dancing out there in the cold,
Dandelion, Dandelion.
Later, when the wind blows strong,
On silver wing she’ll float along,
As we sing this little song,
Dandelion, Dandelion!
Always merry, always bright,
In the day or in the night,
Madcap lassie, merry sprite,
Dandelion, Dandelion.
Whether gold or silver sphere,
We’re always glad to see her here,
Always glad to see the dear
Dandelion, Dandelion!
