Ode to a Mushroom

Ode to a Mushroom
Original poem by Janene Ford
2009, all rights reserved.

Have you met the lowly mushroom
At the foot of the big oak tree?
With only leaves and dirt and bugs
To keep him company?

You should get to know the mushroom
He's someone you would like.
He'll never pull the puppy's tail,
or knock you off your bike.

Have you ever talked to a mushroom?
Heard what it has to say?
Ever called one on the phone
To ask "what did you do today?"

Does a mushroom have a family?
A mother and a dad?
Are mushrooms always happy?
Or are they sometimes sad?

Has a mushroom ever walked right up
and slapped you in the face?
No, they are meek and mild
And always know their place.

Did you ever see a mushroom fly,
Or drive a flashy red sports car?
Mushrooms don't have passports,
They don't travel very far.

A mushroom stays just where it started,
it doesn't go running away.
Wherever it was planted
is where it's meant to stay.

A mushroom makes a wonderful friend.
You know where it will be,
when you might need a friend the most,
it's there beneath the tree.