While loooking on the ground
We had found little brown
mushrooms growing on a mound
We gathered around
Excited at what we had found
We picked them by the pound
And gobhled them down.

All the while the dancing hound
Sat on the ground
Discussing our plight
If it was really right
He thought maybe we should go fly a kite
In the middle of the night
We could tell he was bright
Just a bit too tight
Then he wanted to fight
But then it grew light.

Around and around
Dancing on a mound
The brown hound
chews on a bone he has found
Along came the dog-catcher
who took him to the pound
While we danced around.

At any rate
We opened the gate
and waited for our mate
who was late
for our date.