Mushroom Hunting Elves
autumn mushroom hunting is natural to elves and gnomes.
they parade out into the wilds, leaving the comfort of their homes.
they sing as they work, collecting morels with haste.
i can smell them sizzling in the pans, remembering the taste.
collecting is in full swing, the fey clean, sort, chop, and can.
nothing is more important than mushroom hunting in faerie land.
this is their staple throughout the winter, hands down.
each tasty morel rolled in crumbs, toasted golden brown.
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