(Read the companion story this was based on- Mushrooms and Murder!)

It started with my fish She was fine one day Then you walked by my house While I was away

My baby is gone And it’s you who’s to blame When you walked past She passed away

Then you sent a robber To finish off the job I know it was you because I caught him stealing my dog

Next I followed you home To get my baby back But the only dog I found there Was your new puppy, Jack

So I took him as collateral To replace my own You grieved and grieved for days How does it feel to be alone

Yet little did you know I didn’t stray far I was hiding in your bushes The ones right near your car

In that clump of hedges I wish I could unsee But that is the relationship Of stalker and stalkee

Is it really so bad For me to be a stalker When what I see you do Is kill and slaughter

You have skeletons in your closet Bodies buried in your backyard You have graves and graves That go on for days… does it get hard?

People say I need help That I’m out of my mind But even if I’m crazy It’s crazy they’re so blind

I’m morally gray It’s not black or white But your days are numbered We’ll see if you see the morning light

So I left a trail of letters Cut out of magazines I’ll meet you in the forest In the glade past the stream

I know a patch of toadstools You’ll suffer well I hope I’ll poison you with Satan’s Boletes Isn’t killing a slippery slope?

I’ll end it all dramatically With you dead and gone Buried with the mushrooms That resemble your denouement

A finger or a fungus? A mouth or clump of mold? When I’m done with you You’ll be unrecognizable

Of course it always helps That mushrooms are shaped so well So many are named for body parts Devil’s finger? No, I’ll raise hell