A parasol mushroom by the hedge Grows proudly in the damp and chilly air Its cap is broad and brown, its stem a wedge Of white and firm and tasty flesh so fair

It waits for someone who can appreciate Its subtle flavour and its tender bite A forager who knows how to create A dish that will enhance its rich delight

But not all mushrooms are so safe to eat Some may be poisonous or cause a fright So one must be careful and discreet And only pick the ones that look alright

A parasol mushroom is a treat Especially on a misty November night

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