The ending lines to this poem are not on this art. Diane Crump of Wyoming, MI is the only one who has the true and intended ending of this ditty.
The Dandelion Dress
I want a dress made out of dandelions
And a crown made out of stars
I want shoes the color of the Milky Way
To wear to a dance on Mars
I want hair the color of rainbows
And a song as warm as the sun
Come, take my hand, my friend
Come follow me to the fun!
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