Does a Unicorn dream
Of silly things
Or
spend his time in play?
Is his head awhirl
From the
weight of the world
Or does he just have nothing to say?
What would you say
If you knew that his
day
Was the same as yours or mine?
What would you
think
If you saw one blink
And he asked you for the
time?
Would you turn him away
And tell him to
play
With someone else for awhile?
Would you ask for a
ride
And sit there astride
With your face alight in a
smile?
Unicorns, you see,
Are fancy and free
And may
not stop by today.
Ah..but should he stop by
Don't be
frightened or cry
We'd rather not scare him
away!
copyright 1996
