Mushroom Hunting With Dad

When springtime comes, I'm always glad To go mushroom hunting with my dad Walking in the woods on a cool, spring day Taking in the beauty of God's display It's just like a treasure hunt to me Searching for those gems amongst the leaves What a thrill, when one I think I spy But it's just a leaf, so I pass on by Then at last, I spot a beauty And by it's side, three little cuties A pinch to the stems, then placed in my sack I hope to fill it till there's no more slack On through the woods we trek, Dad and me Then stop in our tracks in disbelief Under an apple tree stands a whole bunch Enough for more than one supper and lunch On some such hunts, we may find a lot Other times, not one mushroom we'll spot No matter, we still enjoy the hike Doing something together we like These times with my Dad I'll always treasure Nice memories I'll always remember Just thinking of it makes me glad Going mushroom hunting with my dad.