May be too many...

Magic Mushrooms
I'm down in the dirt and I'm scrounging around,
I'm looking for mushrooms wherever they're found,
(Oh, look at the pretty pink clouds in the air),
I hope that I find a few mushrooms somewhere.
I know they are healthy, or so I've been told,
The ones that are shiny, not covered in mold,
(A pretty blue bunny is looking at me),
I think there are mushrooms there under that tree.
I find very little, not nearly enough,
I try to find more but it really is tough,
(I think I am flying, I'm feeling so light),
Come here little mushroom, I'll give you a bite.
I'm done with my troubles, I'm feeling okay,
At least for the moment, at least for today,
Tomorrow I'll search for a mushroom or two,
And maybe find some I can cook in a stew.
A beautiful broth is the thing that I need,
A chemical mind is the thing that I feed,
(Now why is my elbow down there by my toe?),
I'll have one more helping, then maybe I'll know.
Such nice little mushrooms, they grow here and there,
(I knew I had clothes on, but now I am bare),
Such fine little mushrooms, I love them a lot,
It's too bad that others are just smoking "pot".
by David Ronald Bruce Pekru