Sitting around a fire
Kindred spirits met on that mountaintop
Where the white horses run
A guy came holding his shirt in hand
Overjoyed he'd found wild mushrooms
Field, not the trippy kind
Someone produced a pan
"Does anyone want to wash them?"
"Get them in the pan!"
Plenty for all
Delicious we shared them
Strangers together
In retrospect I understood that bond
The trust in that simple meal