I love mushrooms!

Heavy, damn, work:
Sit, pick mushrooms.
At least someone would help,
It would not be so tired.

Well, how much can you cut?
There is no end to them and the edge!
And slender such, and fresh ...
And everyone is calling to himself! ..

Tired of fighting with a pack! ..
The whole container is already full,
My reserve of fervor is exhausted
And hardly understand the wife.

But, somehow, under the case,
At the table I'll call the guys
And I will open the bank, the best
Snacks any, sing.