I am a little mushroom, I dwell in places dark,
If I could only whistle, I'd whistle like a lark,
But mushrooms have no voice, no arms with hands to clap.
I have no legs to walk with, no wings that I can flap!
I am a little mushroom, I'd love to sing and shout,
But I have no mouth to sing with, nor lungs to brag about,
I am a little mushroom, in that I'm satisfied,
But, I'd rather be like you are, for you your Jesus died.
I am a little mushroom, delicious so I'm told,
I'm sometimes grilled or fried, or, sometimes eaten cold,
You eat us in your breakfast, your lunch and in your snacks,
But when you least expect it, cousin toadstool gets you back!
I am a little mushroom, give me a little thought,
I have no touch or feeling, though I'm quite distraught,
I have no eyes or ears friend, hear not the birds refrain,
I cannot see the sunrise, nor hear the wind or rain!
I am a little mushroom, and know that God loves me,
He made my flesh nutritious, bringing nourishment to thee,
It's just as well God loves me, and plants me in the dark,
On me the day is wasted, I lurk in field or park!
I am a little mushroom, I wonder what it's like,
To be made in Jesus' image, or even ride a bike?
But I guess I'll never know, we mushrooms aren't too smart,
I'd rather be like you are, have Jesus in my heart!
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Author Notes
I wrote this some years ago when I thought people where whispering things behind my back! In this period of paranoia, being in the dark, as I thought, I wrote this song! Mushrooms living in dark musty places, I wondered what it would be like! I couldn't resist writing it from a Christian perspective!
Read Matt 27: 32-66. Many thanks to Ann for the artwork
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