Little mushroom push your head above the soil,
Yesterday you were not there in the dark you toil.
With no color you grow in the in the night,
The light of day can make you bright.
People have given you names to delight,
Morels and Truffles, come, have a bite,
Some shaped like a cone, some shaped like a bell
Some look like a Toad Stool and taste like hell,
There are those, whose beauty takes your breath,
Watch out for the one called Angel of Death.
My very favorite fungus of spring,
Are the ones you find in a fairy ring.
R.M. LIVINGSTON 4/90