Atonic mushrooms Lyrics

When I feel like having

Some fungi in any form

A soup, a pot or a stew

I'm thinking of every fungus known to all of us

By texture, scent and shape

From multiple points of view

Some are quite edible and some are pretty wild

Doesn't matter, in white sauce

Or stuffed, sauteed or fried

Mycophiles and mycophobics, they all love them all

As a side dish, maybe?

Or dried, bottled, canned or raw

Then we have the human mushroom

With fungus like noses or mushrooms instead of brains

Usually they sprout in fields and plains

In key positions without stains

Left and right and east and west

Good, the ones that I like best

Bad, the ones hard to digest

Just take a silver spoon to test

Where? In the air

Where? They don't tell

Where? But there are mushrooms everywhere

Where? In fields and plains

When? When it rains

Hey! But there are mushrooms everywhere

A politician, a dog of war, a master plotter

Had a good morel recipe

Boil two big mushrooms in heavy water

And you get fifteen and twenty, kilotons of TNT

The music's muse, the shaman's vision

Pythia's wit, were all written in ink

The mushroom powder can help you envision

So you can finally wonder

Which one is Pink

Where? In the air

Where? They don't tell

Where? But there are mushrooms everywhere

Where? In fields and plains

When? When it rains

Hey! There are mushrooms everywhere

Where? In the air

Where? They don't tell

Where? But there are mushrooms everywhere

Where? In fields and plains

When? When it rains

Hey! There are mushrooms everywhere