There was a land I once heard telln‘Twas christened Mushroom DownnThe folk who lived there loved it wellnAnd never left their townnThey stayed there from the hour of birthnUntil the day they diednThey never cared for any earthnExcept their Mushroom pridenThey made their homes beneath the capsnOf fungi wide and tallnAnd when time came for tea perhapsnA neighbor came to callnAnd while they sat in shade serenenAnd offered cream and cakesnThey talked of things they’d never seennBeyond the Mushroom lakesnThey did not wish to journey therenThey were contented sonBut past the mossy banks somewherenLie what they did not knownMore curious they grew by daynAnd still more so by nightnThey wondered if there were awaynTo take a Mushroom flightnTormented by this new desirenMore restless they becamenAnd many began to conspirenOn blueprints for a framenA brilliant flying vehiclenOf mushroom caps and stringnOne gent proved astronauticalnAnd built the very thingnAnd so the day arrived at lastnOn which the plane should boardnThe celebration went far pastnWhat they could best affordnBut they were folks of merry waysnAnd when the kegs were drainednIn unison arose their gazenAnd on the stroke --- it rainednNow in the hist’ry of the townnNo soul had ever seennA flood the likes of which poured downnUpon the Mushroom GreennA gathering was held betwixtnThe elders late that nightnAnd even their votes were unmixed:n“We must postpone the flight!”nThe disappointment through the landnWas more than some could bearnFor their own world, once thought so grand,nThey did no longer carenTo say the least it was a shamenTo see the people actnAs though they’d lost their hope, their flamenWhen their poor plans were sackednBut still the rain continued onnFor more than fifty daysnTheir mushroom store was almost gonenThey dreamt of sunshine raysnAnd that’s when they began to ceasenTheir thoughts of other townsnIf only this storm would decreasenThey’d cherish Mushroom DownsnThat night was spent in blackness deepnNo star was seen to shinenBut when the morning broke their sleepnThey saw a sight divinenThe rain was nowhere to be foundnThe sky was fresh and clearnHurrahs of joy for miles aroundnWere all that one could hearnAnd what is more, the earth had sprungnNew mushrooms overnightnAnd many hymns of praise were sungnAnd no one spoke of flightnAnd so at last the ballad endsnWith happiness sublimenAnd so the story goes, my friendsnThat is, until next time…