To the tune of the "The Christmas Song," as sung by Mel Tormé,
"Red slime growing on a rotting birch/
Mold spores creeping up your nose/
Mycology prompts a Google search/
To share this cool pic with my bros/
Everybody knows..."
To the tune of the "The Christmas Song," as sung by Mel Tormé,
"Red slime growing on a rotting birch/
Mold spores creeping up your nose/
Mycology prompts a Google search/
To share this cool pic with my bros/
Everybody knows..."