Cycle of Life

There is a mushroom at a tree
Here I show you, can you see?
It is yellow like sulfur
And insects it will lure
To lay their eggs in save
Protected like in a cave
For the babies to hatch
With their parents they match
New generations of that fly
Just to lay eggs and die
And the fungi will grow
Here see, I can show
Every year a little bit
It might grow bigger than the lit
Of the garbage can
When it falls, I will ran
To pick it up and see
How much it ate from the tree.