“Gearshroom Grove” by Feelin’ Punky
Beneath the roots where secrets churn,
A mushroom grew with gears that turn.
Not just a Cap, but clockwork crown.
A forest tale in red, white, or blue with brass and brown.
It ticks with time, it hums with lore,
A steamy spell from spore to core.
Wear it close, let the forest steer,
A Fungal charm with turning gears.
“Gearshroom Grove” by Feelin’ Punky
Beneath the roots where secrets churn,
A mushroom grew with gears that turn.
Not just a Cap, but clockwork crown.
A forest tale in red, white, or blue with brass and brown.
It ticks with time, it hums with lore,
A steamy spell from spore to core.
Wear it close, let the forest steer,
A Fungal charm with turning gears.
