Mushrooms went and I followed them ...
I searched the forest all day,
the baskets were all empty,
I was too lazy to bend over.
So with a dissatisfied, sour face,
wandered through the woods alone ...
The narwhal's ring, it seems,
now bastard without wine.
After getting into the hospital with poisoning,
I decided once and for all:
I love mushrooms, but unfortunately,
there will never be any!
