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MUSHROOM
Oh, little mushroom,
How like the flower you bloom,
Everyday I watch you grow,
Like a seed of corn I did sow,
You look ever so beautiful,
With your little dots, ever so colourful,
By the side of the rock, you flourish,
To those it concerns, you nourish,
Grandmother has asked that I pluck you away,
That you are unwanted and I should not let you grow day after day,
How can I do such a thing to you?
The way you stare at me, what grandmother asks, I could never do,
Oh little mushroom, you have stolen my heart,
And like a witch on her broom, I would save you,
Lest grandmother tear you apart.
© Ese Naomi
How like the flower you bloom,
Everyday I watch you grow,
Like a seed of corn I did sow,
You look ever so beautiful,
With your little dots, ever so colourful,
By the side of the rock, you flourish,
To those it concerns, you nourish,
Grandmother has asked that I pluck you away,
That you are unwanted and I should not let you grow day after day,
How can I do such a thing to you?
The way you stare at me, what grandmother asks, I could never do,
Oh little mushroom, you have stolen my heart,
And like a witch on her broom, I would save you,
Lest grandmother tear you apart.
© Ese Naomi
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