The underground mycelium colonies knows,
Hyphae mass or shiro spins,
Within the fairy ring fungi show,
Such parasol mushrooms to delight,
Never eat for the danger is so right,
To change this tune the wrens call out,
But the winter songbirds sing back and feed on seeds,
And chase away these autumn dreams to tease,
They'll huddle one another close and warm,
In this land at Allco Park with umbrellalike magic,
With their cream-coloured caps,
And gills with spores to fill the air,
Soon they return to the earth to share.
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