Oh Amanita muscaria
How beautiful your skin
Your fairy tale fame
And your hallucinogenic hymn!

A gift from the gods
Eight legged Sleipnir in the sky
Blood flecked foam from his mouth
Fell to Earth so we might fly.

Oh muscarinic mushroom
What pleasure you sing
Oh what religious visions
What hallucinations you bring.

Searching for your red and white cloak
Among the birch, larch and fir
When we find you growing
Life becomes a fantastic blur.

We boil and drink thy broth
Even fry and serve with bread
Or dry you and eat you up
And listen to what the Angels said.

Oh my sacred ‘shroom
When shall we meet again
Till next autumn when you bloom
And drive me yet again, insane.