Here's the Dandelion's rhyme:
see my leaves with tooth-like edges;
Blow my clocks to tell the time;
See me flaunting by the hedges,
In the meadow, in the lane,
Gay and naughty in the garden;
Pull me up - I grow again,
Asking neither leave nor pardon.
Sillies, what are you about
With your spades and hoes of iron?
You can never drive me out ---
Me, the dauntless Dandelion!
-- Cicely Mary Barker
And how true is that? I will always be behind the curve in pulling these beauties up - I even tried setting a bounty on them and paying the kids a dime for each dandelion they pulled and brought to me. We cannot defeat them - only live with them, and maybe even admire them.