There’s Fungus Among Us
His toenails were growing fungus
It was harmless he’d been told
He couldn’t get his head around
His feet now growing mold
He’d always quite liked mushrooms
He cooked them up a treat
He wondered if his toes were game
Could mushrooms grow on feet?
He told his mother of his plan
She quite liked mushrooms too
She thought it quite a savings
If t’were something feet could do
He didn’t know quite how he’d tell
Both his toenails and his feet
He wondered if they’d take to it
Might even they compete?
I cannot tell you how it works
He’s had it patented
But Manny’s Mushroom’s a success
Latest 'in thing' so it’s said
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