Bolete, bolete, bolete, bolete
You're fruit of Fall, in woods and forest lands
Bolete, bolete, bolete, bolete
You're best of all mushrooms, I understand

Your taste is beyond compare
the chocolate flavour is found there
With auburn cap and your stem coloured cream
Your flesh is soft and you taste like dream
You're good for sauce and for omeleet -
And I cannot resist your taste, bolete

Should I fry or should I parboil you?
There are so many dishes to do
From mushroom of your gentle taste, bolete

And I can use you for a good sauce
Or filling a pizza, of course
But you dont know how good you are, bolete

Bolete, bolete, bolete, bolete
You're fruit of Fall, in woods and forest lands
Bolete, bolete, bolete, bolete
You're best of all mushrooms, I understand

So many folks mushrooms don't like
and many think they're all alike
You're the special one for me, bolete

I had to write this song to you
There are so many dishes to do
And you're the best mushroom, oh dear, bolete

Bolete, bolete, bolete, bolete
You're fruit of Fall, in woods and forest lands
Bolete, bolete, bolete, bolete
You're best of all mushrooms, I understand