Dan the Mushroom Man
He never meant to become a mushroom man
Just a simple guy, our hero, Dan
Fell asleep in the forest, slept fifty-two years
Woke up in the morning, hearing crows' jeers
because he had turned into a shroom, fun they were poking
he was all kinds of morels and round tops, psychedelic smoking
Tried his best to find his relatives, but they were long gone
He went back to the forest and became part of the flora and faun
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