Mushrooms tall and mushrooms small
Growing from my garden
I watch them so
Above my dough
A bread of dreams fulfilled
I wonder though the woods that grow
From the mushrooms many
The mushrooms steal all my light
Preventing me my act of fight
These mushrooms tall and mushrooms small
Clutter the garden plenty
I cut them down
Yet still they’ve grown
Tall and standing mighty
I wish for weeds
That will choke
Bringing them upon the rake
I swing at them with all my strength
Condemning them to fiery death
But more they grow
Consume me so
My self is gone
I am we
And now we dine with people three.