I confess I killed a dandelion
If not so it weren’t for lack of trying.
I abused a buttercup last year
I filled it full of tea and not of tears
The daisy has complained I hurt her tongue.
I never knew she had one was I wrong?
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I confess I killed a dandelion
If not so it weren’t for lack of trying.
I abused a buttercup last year
I filled it full of tea and not of tears
The daisy has complained I hurt her tongue.
I never knew she had one was I wrong?
N