Every year a horse is born,
Upon it's head it has a horn,
Not a normal horse to the eye,
Not indeed, my oh my,
Lured to a forest beneath a tree,
Not a thing anyone can see,
Horses body, beard of a goat,
While being real silly, it missed Noah's boat,
That may just be why they're extinct to this day,
But that is not all that I have to say,
Unicorns are gifts from heaven above,
A gift that is given with lots of love,
I myself love unicorns true,
And in a few years, I hope so will you,
For in the minds of believers is where they exist,
And without us believers they would dissolve into mist,
When all of them are gone, it's up to us,
To bring them back, and make a fuss,
We can't let them leave this beautiful earth,
They've even been here at the beginning of birth,
We don't want to cause them the slightest of pain,
While they're strolling across that apple tree lane,
Such a treasure to us all,
They come in sizes big and small,
A total mystery for our land,
With eyes the size of grains of sand,
The unicorn now needs somewhere to go,
It walks away, both to and fro.
