"Oh, Unicorn, your friend, the looking glass, Betrays you! Disillusionment doth claw A vagrant frown across that noble jaw." The Princess held that snare; the brazen lass' words, delivered you unto the mass Of snarling dogs and men in armor raw from forest chase. As they began to gnaw about the gorse, awaiting sign, - Alas! - You lay your head upon her lap to gaze On endless skies and taking flight, far, far Beyond that silver mirror image haze, The lovelorn Unicorn was caught, off-guard. Forevermore, his story will amaze, As sung by children in the land of bards.
Don't let them fool you, it's a unicorn, the horn just isn't that uniform. Or maybe they aren't fooling you.
