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It's six in the morning
It's time for us to get ready
It's okay that it's Sunday
Adventures lie ahead
I'm putting on a raincoat
Got used to the new boots

I'm picking dream mushrooms
They grew where oak trees rustled
And now in my basket
I walk faster with every step
Cook epic mushrooms
And then three days of diarrhea

We drove for three hours
Late as always
The forest is like a supermarket
And parking of foreign cars
In the left is a stick in the right is a knife
I don't look like a mushroom picker

I'm picking dream mushrooms
They grew where oak trees rustled
And now in my basket
I walk faster with every step
Cook epic mushrooms
And then three days of diarrhea

Through the swamp and windbreak
I'm running straight from the bear
I've combed quite a few miles
He took the white ones, they threw them away rotten
Two buckets as in the joke
It was a good hunt

I'm picking dream mushrooms
They grew where oak trees rustled
And now in my basket
I walk faster with every step
Cook epic mushrooms
And then three days of diarrhea