The Ballad of Mushroom Down

There was a land
 I once heard tell
 'Twas christened
 Mushroom Down
 The folk who lived there
 Loved it well
 And never left their town
 They stayed there from the hour of birth
 Until the day they died
 They never cared
 For any earth
 Except their Mushroom pride
 They made their homes beneath the caps
 Of fungi wide and tall
 And when time came for tea
 Perhaps a
 Neighbor came to call
 And while they sat in shade serene
 And offered cream and cakes
 They talked of things they'd never seen
 Beyond the Mushroom lakes
 They did not wish to journey there
 They were contented so
 But past the mossy banks somewhere
 Lie what they did not know
 More curious
 They grew by day
 And still more so by night
 They wondered
 If there were a way
 To take a
 Mushroom flight
 Tormented by this new desire
 More restless they became
 And many began to conspire
 On blueprints for a frame
 A brilliant
 Flying vehicle
 Of mushroom caps and string
 One gent proved
 Astronautical
 And built the very thing
 And so the day arrived at last
 On which the plane should board
 The celebration went far past
 What they could best afford
 But they were folks of merry ways
 And when the kegs were drained
 In unison arose their gaze
 And on the stroke
 It rained
 Now in the hist'ry of the town
 No soul had ever seen
 A flood the likes of which poured down
 Upon the Mushroom Green
 A gathering
 Was held betwixt
 The elders late that night
 And even their votes were unmixed:
 "We must postpone the flight!"
 The disappointment through the land
 Was more than some could bear
 For their own world
 Once thought so grand
 They did no longer care
 To say the least it was a shame
 To see the people act
 As though they'd lost their hope
 Their flame
 When their poor plans were sacked
 But still the rain
 Continued on
 For more than fifty days
 Their mushroom store was almost gone
 They dreamt of sunshine rays
 And that's when they began to cease
 Their thoughts of other towns
 If only this storm would decrease
 They'd cherish
 Mushroom Downs
 That night was spent in blackness deep
 No star was seen to shine
 But when the morning
 Broke their sleep
 They saw a sight divine
 The rain was nowhere to be found
 The sky was fresh
 And clear
 Hurrahs of joy for miles around
 Were all that one could hear
 And what is more
 The earth had sprung
 New mushrooms overnight
 And many hymns of praise were sung
 And no one
 Spoke of flight
 And so at last the ballad ends
 With happiness sublime
 And so the story goes
 My friends
 That is
 Until next time...