A warm spring breeze blows across the sky,
Lifting dandelion seeds, gently high.
Blowing them across the vast, green plains,
Blowing them pass the rumblin' train.
A dandelion landed near the blue sea,
Another landed in the shade of tree,
Some glided on top a rocky wall,
One sanked underneath a small waterfall.
Few seeds were eaten by a canary,
A couple landed in a black cemetery,
Most fell in a stream and drowned,
But only one landed in a fertile ground.