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They will fly away with him. 

 Then I shall be, indeed, an old, old man. 

 For I shall be bald. 

 But I am glad of it. 



For each of my seeds may grow into another 

 whole plant. 



And little children love us so. 



ANOTHER STORY OF THE DANDELION 



South Wind is fat and lazy. 



He lives where it is always summer. 



Sometimes he brings to us things from this 

 summer land. 



In the spring he sends the robins and blue- 

 birds. 



Then he brings the swallows and the wild 

 geese. 



Without him the melons and grapes would not 

 grow. 



One clay he was looking toward us, northward. 



Then he saw a beautiful maiden. 



Her garments were brightest green. 



Her hair had in it the gold of the sunshine. 



