A Russian nursery rhyme:

Borovik, mushroom white,

Colonel of the mushroom might,

Sitting under a large oak

Looking at his mushroom folk

Summoned them, ordered them

To go to war

We can’t go, said the ink-caps,

Our foot’s too small for the steps.

We don’t have to go to war.

We can’t go, said the belianki,

We are noble white dvorianki.

We don’t have to go to war.

We can’t go, said the toadstools,

We are brigands, we are crooks.

We don’t have to go to war.

I can’t go, said the morel

I am too old and not too well.

I don’t have to go to war.

Said the russet ryzhiki,

We are simple muzhiki.

We don’t have to go to war.

We’ll go, cried the groozd,

We are brave and willing.

We shall go to war

And make a great killing.