Alli, Mellie, Moll and me
Walked in a field of green.
Then Alli stopped and yelled: “Look here!”
At something that he’d seen.
“It’s only dandelions,” said Moll –
“They’re just a common weed.”
And we all looked at them and laughed
And most of us agreed.
But Alli said: “They’re beautiful!
Look at their golden heads –
And, see, they are not common weeds
Except in Mum’s flower bed.”
“Their pretty heads are brilliant!”
These words we heard him say,
And: “I’m going to pick a golden bunch
For Mum for Mother’s Day.”
And so he picked a great big bunch.
His sisters laughed and teased
But Mum accepted them with love
And her face showed she was pleased.
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