Under the Mushroom

A fairy boy tinkers with fine little toys under the gills of a Grand Shaggy Mane. Protection is granted to fine fairy boys Coprinus Comatus they called it by name. WIth rustles of grass he peers out from its pores To see a small snail on his path to the sea. The boy bellows out to the snail and his chore Come sit here by me and quite soon you will see A pillow of fallen pores perfect for tea. Despite the delight that beamed from the boy The stubborn young snail did not stop, not to talk. So the fairy boy returned to his tinkering toys. Leaning gracefully back on the grand mushroom stalk. A murmurer hovered near the Grand Shaggy Mane In search of a taste of the Red Trumpet's face. The fairy peered out from the Shaggy Mane Lane and beckoned the bird to take rest in this place. But the murmurer evades him with great hummer haste. The small fairy boy that's alone with his mane, asks why he can't will them to tinker with toys. A fairy boy's pleasures are just not the same, says Coprinus Comatus it's said to be named.