The Mushroom GrooveWhen I was sitting all alone,More Like This
Chewing my face down to the bone,
Studying walls in this sad room,
Through the door hopped a small mushroom.
'Hello Mr. Morgan sir,
How are you on this day?
I myself am feeling grand,
In fact, a little gay.'
It's fair to say I was confused,
And also rather unamused,
This mushroom man was glowing bright,
A most unnatural, ugly sight.
'Oh please Mr. Morgan sir,
Won't you come to play?
Come join me in my little dance,
I'm feeling rather gay.'
At this point I looked up and said,
'Mr. Mush you spin my head.
How much more time must I pass,
As you proceed to shake your arse?'
'Come now Mr. Morgan sir,
No need to spread dismay,
Just join me in my little dance,
And then I'll go away.'
I did not really wish to move,
Or to dance this 'Mushroom Groove',
And so I asked the spritely 'shroom,
To dance for me across my room,
'Mr. Mush I shall not dance,
But would you mind taking a glance
Across my room, just by the sink?
Mr. Mush, what do you think?'
The Mushroom Man then