She dons her jeans and sneakers,
in a rush to get on her way
Wolfs down her food and coffee,
no time to waste in a new day
She's going out to hunt for Morels,
it's the beginning of the season
Her reward a batch of fresh mushrooms,
cut and fried till they are pleasin
She scours the forest and meadow,
in search of this precious treat
Like the hunter and gathers of yor,
gleaned the land for food to eat
Before too long she's reached her goal,
her treasures heaped within her sack
And she gives the forest one last look,
vowing next year that she'll be back