buttercup

At the superficial level, it’s just very helpful in teasing out the buttercups and mallows and primroses and paintbrushes.

No matter what was on that flag—a white buttercup, a corn muffin, the skeleton of an alligator, who knows?

Hadria was picking the petals off a buttercup one by one, and when she had destroyed one golden corolla, she attacked another.

What she saw was a bee hovering over a bright yellow buttercup that grew almost within reach of where she sat.

Be the best buttercup you can, and think no flower above you.

"Oh rubbish" laughed Helen and she stooped down to pick a buttercup.

Did you ever hear the little poem called The Discontented Buttercup?