Dandelion Boy

There once lived a boy out in the fields,
alone by himself, out of everyone's view.
He was happy in the flowers, grass and trees,
running, skipping around, oh-so-very free.
One thing this boy was proud of, oh so proud of he was,
He had a dandelion head, he thought he was so boss.
His head covered in fluff, it was so full and thick,
He admired himself everyday, that was his schtick.
But one day came a wind, so strong and wild,
It blew off all his fluff, oh that poor, poor child.
His head which used to be so full now was quite bald,
In a twinkling of an eye, before he knew it, he lost it all.
This should teach you, a lesson should be learnt,
That it's not too good to be a dandelion, better to be a fern.