Bouquet of Dandelions

Thick as the coat of an arctic fox Weathering elements and bleeding hearts If ever your desert should be void of sand Too young to remember too small in size Developing armor for a grand disguise Crossing the road should your arm extend I'll hold your hand Na na na na Na na na na The years blur the lines and paths we made Innocent eyes for a scowl we trade If age 89 I reach and I still can I'll hold your hand Na na na na Na na na na I'll hold your hand I'll hold your hand