A simple sprout on quiet ground, with threefold leaves that’s often found. Yet rare I turn with one leaf more, and bring the luck you’re searching for.

My first is a hunter that stalks on four paws, My second means family, bound by no laws.Put us together, And though I sound like a breed, I’m just a soft bloom on a branch, not a steed.

I roll big balls of dung, songs of me are rarely sung. I can be bright and shiny, or horned, or tiny.

I draw the curtain on the sun, and wake the stars up one by one.

As a kid, this was the place to play, around your house. As an adult, it's just a hassle to maintain. As you grow older and crotchety, you yell at kids to stay off it.