This humble dandelion is my offering for Becky B’s April Bright Squares Challenge.
Hail, man-o’-war’s men, safeguards of your nation,
Here is an end, at last, of all privation;
You’ve got your pay–spare all you can afford
To welcome Little Buttercup on board
I’m called Little Buttercup, dear Little Buttercup,
Though I could never tell why.
But still I’m called Buttercup, Poor Little Buttercup,
Sweet Little Buttercup, I!
I’ve snuff and tobaccy, and excellent jacky,
I’ve scissors, and watches, and knives;
I’ve ribbons and laces to set off the faces
Of pretty young sweethearts and wives
I’ve treacle and toffee, I’ve tea and I’ve coffee,
Soft tommy and succulent chops;
I’ve chickens and conies, and pretty polonies,
And excellent peppermint drops.
Then buy of your buttercup, Dear Little Buttercup,
Sailors should never be shy;
So buy of your Buttercup, Poor Little Buttercup,
Come, of your Buttercup buy. — H.M.S. Pinafore, Gilbert & Sullivan
When GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats entered the old King’s bedroom, he found the old man standing by a window with Tata Sous-sus on one side and Princess Pirouette on the other. They were conversing quietly about something outside that had caught their eyes. While their exact words didn’t quite register in GarGar’s ears, he did think he heard the word, “raven.”
“I was taught that les corbeaux were most unlucky,” said Tata Sous-sus. “Not at all,” replied the old King. “They are very intelligent birds. You can train them to do anything.”
The croci are always the first to show themselves at the end of Winter. I find them a welcome sight every late Winter, early Spring day.