It's Time For This Foolishness To Stop

They call me a weed and I wonder why

Because I often have pretty blooms on my top

Whose the one to say _ I'm a weed and not a flower_

This pulling me up_ has got to stop.

Roses might be pretty but they have thorns

If you're not careful they'll make you bleed_

My stems are thin but I won't prick your fingers_

You still pull me up because I'm called a weed.

Some of my cousins are called wildflowers

You always say they're pretty and pick big bouquets

While walking over me and trampling me down_

If you'll quit calling me a weed_ it'll make my day.

It's time for this foolishness to stop.

Ralph L. Clark © 2000

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