The Fungus Fools the Foolish Forest Tree
“It is a kind of loyal test.
I need a place to briefly rest.
Upon your lovely shiny bark
Just until the sky turns dark.”
The fungus begged the trusting tree.
“And I will keep you oh so free!”
“Thanks so much, you will be glad.
Now, if I fell it would be bad
So I will hold against the breeze.
Don’t you fret. I think I’ll please.”
The fungus promised to the tree:
“And I will keep you oh so free!”
The night was done; the sun was hot.
“Oh, tree, my roots are deeply caught.
It wouldn’t do to rend apart
Our friendship from propitious start.”
The fungus held the hapless tree.
“My bonds will keep you oh so free!”
Each day, the orange fungus spread.
Upon its sap the fungus fed.
“Now indeed, our friendship’s fast.
I feel it’s going to last and last.”
The fungus fingers filled the tree.
“All this sap’s too much for thee!”
The tree felt tired when springtime came.
Its leaves were few; its flowers lame.
“No matter,” tree, “it’s not so bad.
“For fungus is the newest fad!”
“Don’t you worry, dearest tree!
I guarantee that you’ll stay free!”
At last the tree lost all its leaves.
The promise though it still believes,
Although it toppled to the ground.
With such a rotten, hollow sound.
“I’ve felled another silly tree!
So silly to believe in me!”
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