Forest Mushrooms

There once were forest mushrooms that lived under a log.
On a cool summer day they decided to play leap frog.
They did a tipsy tap, on the tip of their cap,
They lined up in a row and were ready to go.

 

Mushrooms leap frogging in a line,
Through a forest of coniferous pine.
Jumping boldly through the air,
Making it a joyous affair.

 

The mushrooms came to end of the wood,
They continued leaping as they would.
Not stopping to think or to take a drink.
Oh, the fungus did not know where they soon would go!

 

Mushrooms leap frogging in a line,
Across the grass, looking so fine.
Jumping boldly through the air,
Making it a joyous affair.

 

They came to the edge of a precipice,
From which they jumped gracefully.
They began to fall from that cliff so tall!
Standing straight, waiting their fate.

 

Mushrooms leap frogging in a line,
Falling off the cliff like swine.
Jumping boldly through the air,
Making it a joyous affair.

 

The caps became umbrellas, for all the mushroom fellas.
The air began to flow, their fall began to slow.
They landed on the ground, on their feet safe and sound.
Next thing you know, they continued to go!

 

Mushrooms leap frogging in a line,
Smiles beaming, with warm sunshine.
Jumping boldly through the air,
Making it a joyous affair.
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