Who Lives Here?

I tried to find
the little door way,
or the quaint shuttered window
sporting flowers from May,

And the tiny frog, who inside must dwell,
Oh where did this come from, I simply can't tell.

I looked up and down,
I looked round and round,
but not even one single frog could be found.

No little mouse sporting a jacket so fine,
not even a dwarf, grumpy all the time.

Perhaps it isn't a fairy tale home,
Not a wild spore, carried off by a gnome

Maybe it's just one of those things,
That we don't plant, but nature brings.

(My goodness this is a large mushroom. I saw it from across the yard. It must be almost six inches tall. I had to take a photo and write a corny poem!)

mushroom house credit

re-linked 9/21/11