Dandelion Revenge

Parody of “Dandelion Chain”, words and music by Cynthia McQuillin

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My contribution to the Dandelion Conspiracy.

My Em
job 
was concom program chair.
I juggled the conD7
ven
tion space.
There s Em
lit
tle nighttime D7
pro
gramming,
So Em
Con
Ops was a D7
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et Em
place
.

ThatEm
is
, at least,  til down the hall
There came a large and D7
sur
ly band.
They Em
all 
were wearing D7
dan
delions,
And Em
sev
eral had guiD7
tars 
in Em
hand
.

Oh why do you wear dandelions?
I asked, though I had heard of such.
Well, roses don t grow back as fast,
And crabgrass never got us much.

Did you expect a concert hall,
Complete with trays of grapes and cheese?
Oh no,  they said,  You kid yourself,
To think we are so hard to please.

But you gave us a basement room,
Unheated, with a rock band near.
We much prefer the corridors.
And where else shall we sing, but here!

What makes you worth the trouble, then,
Of any room I might unlock?
The rooms we rent for sleeping in,
That helped make your convention block.

We largely came to sing with friends,
Not do the things you think we ought,
Like wait for elevator cars,
And drink the beer our money bought!

With that, they sat around my door.
Tenaciously, they sang and played.
While I was forced to suffer this
Most dubious of serenades.

So all of you convention chairs,
Beware the fate I ve come to know.
Don t kick around your dandelions.
You see which way the wind will blow.