At the bottom of the garden
Just as everybody knows
Is the doorway to the Magic Kingdom
Where all the toadstools grow
By night, the Magic People
Walk out through that magic door
And sprinkle their magic toadstool dust
Across our forest floors
They head home before the morning light
Long before the world opens its eyes
And watch from their window to our world
As we find their toadstool surprise.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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