Scatterseed

Spin me round tiny time machine,
They used to call you Lions tooth or windblow,
They used to call you milkwitch or parachute,
They used to call you evening glow

Scatterseed, Scatterseed, the fallen star of the football field,

Let new names take, let them thrive and grow,
Dazzle me you little sun of the grass,
I hear you roaring, death to lawn perfection,
The timepiece no longer known as.

Scatterseed, Scatterseed, the fallen star of the football field,
Scatterseed, Scatterseed, I’d never call you ‘just a weed’.