Molke's Mushrooms
There is a forest on Haunted Hill
With towering trees and branches so still
Where shadowy figures move out of sight
Keep themselves hidden away from the light
There once walked a girl in flowing blue cloak
Within the dense forest of towering oak
And whilst she picked mushrooms in dark silhouette
This pretty young maiden unfortunately met
A contemptuous creature that lived in this wood
A grumpy old troll always up to no good
For the mushrooms that grew here out of the soil
Were grown through his labour, his hard work and toil
At least that’s what he said, but it just was not true
And the young maiden smiled for already she knew
That this troll was prone to tell awful lies
As for a young maiden she was very wise
‘Oh Mr Molke’
The young lady said
‘Can I pick toadstools, not mushrooms instead?’
The troll was confused but had to agree
For he wanted those mushrooms himself for his tea
‘All right my pretty, toadstools are fine,
but these mushrooms, not so, because they are mine’…
‘But these are the toadstools’
The young maiden said
‘These are the toadstools, the gift from the dead’
The troll now was muddled and very confused
‘These are not mushrooms?’
He silently mused
Molke looked at the maiden with a threatening stare
‘Then where are my mushrooms?’
She replied ‘Over there’
‘Well little miss you had better go home
I will give you no mushrooms no toadstools to own’
The girl gave a look that seemed to show sorrow
‘Thanks for your kindness, I shall be back tomorrow’
Waving goodbye she glided back home
Whilst the wicked old troll to the mushrooms did roam
Molke filled a huge sack right up to the brim
Then returned to his hovel when the sun had grown dim
He had mushrooms for tea that dark stormy night
He'd have mushrooms for breakfast when it came early light
But in the morning the troll never woke
Whilst in the woods the girl in the cloak
Picked mushrooms solemnly throughout that strange day
For she knew the troll would not come and say
‘These are my mushrooms pick toadstools instead’
Because those were her mushrooms her gift from the dead.
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