
        From The Lady's Garden
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                      Dedicated to Jan Kinsford

  We's low to the ground for a reason, we is
  The gardeners don't understand us
  Though we's bright in the sunlight
  And fly through the winds
  The gardeners always remand us

  To the dumpster we goes, us 'noxious' weeds
  For we likes to make our own beds
  We plants our own gardens
  We digs our roots deep
  They hates to see our fluffy heads

  But we's here, right out in the open, now
  Here with the rose and the vine
  So, buck up, you old gardeners
  From outta' them mists
  We's gonna make dandelion wine.

                            - Gay Bost
