In the funky forest, where the air is thick,

You find Fungi grooving nice and slick.

Their rhythmic roots ring deep into the soil,

Flunky flows while they eat the spoil.

Oh, the fungi’s funky kind,

A symphony of colors so bright it will make one blind,

Rulers of their own kingdom, full of surprise,

An endless tail of beauty in disguise.

Mushrooms boogie, toadstools spin,

From yeast to mold, they always win.

Breaking down the dead, they make room to grow,

Nature's balance, they complete the flow.

Oh, the fungi’s funky kind,

A symphony of colors so bright it will make one blind,

Rulers of their own kingdom, full of surprise.

An endless tail of beauty in disguise

Let the fungi take you high,

With their funky rhythm, you’ll never say goodbye.

With the fungi's funky groove, take your chance,

Join the funky forest dance.

Can you do the mushroom boogie?