Today I'm planning on singing "Fungoj":

En autuna la arbar', inter arbotrunkoj Mi sercante iras, car venas nun la fungoj! Je gajega melodi' ilin enkorbigas mi Per trancil' kaj ungoj, ho, vi belaj fungoj! En autuna la arbar' velkis jam la floroj, Sed la fungoj sen avar' brilas en koloroj: Blankaj, rugaj, kun capel' sur bastono, jen ombrel'; Kelkaj brilas oraj, ho, tre belkoloraj! Kelkaj gustas kiel pom', estas ja bonvenaj, Sed dangeraj al la hom' estas la venenaj! "Necesegas la esplor'. Grava pli ol la kolor'," Diris mia avo, "estas la enhavo."

In the autumn forest, among the tree trunks I go searching, because now the mushrooms are coming! I put them in a basket with a knife and nails To a cheerful melody, oh, you beautiful mushrooms! In the autumn forest, the flowers have already withered, But the mushrooms shine in colors without stinginess: White, red, with a hat on a stick, here is an umbrella; Some shine golden, oh, very beautiful colors! Some taste like apples, they are indeed welcome, But the poisonous ones are dangerous to humans! "Research is necessary. More important than the color," Said my grandfather, "is the content."

It's on p. 19 at https://rosharuo.neocities.org/Books/DHam/DHam.pdf