When I was young
We played a game
And maybe you
Have done the same
Dandelions
We'd pick one out
Placed under the chin
Then we would shout
Who likes butter?
Then we would find
The color there
That would shine
Under my chin
We saw yellow
I was a glad
Happy fellow
(c) May 2017
Duane Windell Phillips
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