THE PURPLE MUSHROOM

A long time ago in a land far away

This story begins on a cold winters day

Now not many people would notice...it's true...

Therefore I shall speak for this purple mushroom!

Beneath the snow laden flowers and trees,

Lived a small purple mushroom whom nobody sees

Freezing to death and covered in snow,

All he wanted was to be big and grow,

Up through the plants that sheltered him so....

He wished the hot sun could heat up his head,

For this purple mushroom used to be red!!

The ice and snow had turned him this way,

Oh how he yearned to soak up the suns rays

Now word got around of the mushroom's despair

The flowers and trees had been so unaware

Of the poor little mushroom's tale he's shared.

"Let's help him out and show him we care!"

One by one the plants all laid down

"Flowers and trees.... Lie flat on the ground!"

The mushroom could not believe his own eyes

He was changing to red and then to his surprise..

He felt his temperature beginning to rise!

Red and glowing from the warmth of the sun,

He then thanked the plants for all they had done

Sometimes a voice, small and soft goes unheard

But from here now on they will hear his every word!