Me and My Pal the Mushroom King

Walking in the woods on a summers day I ran across the savvy mushroom king The old tight-wad geezer wanted to play I played him checkers and a little chess. The king was pretty good, I must confess. Same time next week I asked the little guy? Leaving, he said. How ‘bout fourth of July? We made a little date, the mushroom king and I. I would bring purple sparklers and fire crackers, He promised lemon meringue faerie homemade pie. I dreamed of lemon pie for nights and nights on end. Glad to have a mushroom king for a new best friend. We met on the fourth, and I gave a disappointed sigh. I had the fireworks, but guess who forgot to bring the pie?