Shroomies

Mycelium stretches many miles under the forest floor
A kind of rich alliance a web one daren’t ignore
The fey the old craft crones in cottages once were
Making spells and poppets from plants growing by their door
A vast kingdom of magicals vitally mineral rich
Combine with moon dust and hail water
This is where we pitch
Every spell imaginable roots and leaf and more
Shroomies in the tree tops with really earthy spore
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