47 Magic Mushroom
1
In the spring of 1972,
I and a friend named Mike,
Were working at the ISU computer center,
Where we worked our shift all night.
2
We got to talking about adventure,
You know, like Huckleberry Finn,
Why not float a boat down the Wabash River,
Beats this cold room that we are in.
3
We would buy a boat and add a motor,
And provisions for several days,
But we didn’t need to bring a lot,
As we would hunt mushrooms along the way.
4
That April turned wet and cold,
So we built a shelter on the boat,
And loaded down with all our gear,
That boat would barely float.
5
So with our wives to see us off,
And the little children too,
The wind was howling at our backs,
We were seamen through and through.
6
But then the wind turned deadly cold,
And we went ashore for some rest,
And if it wasn’t for the fire Mike built,
I would have frozen myself to death.
7
The next day we were hit with a storm,
That was more like a typhoon,
The day after that we made it home,
And never found a single mushroom.
8
It’s the kind of story they make movies about,
Call it “Green Horns on Patrol.”
But wisdom says if offered a journey on the Wabash,
If it is wintertime don’t go.