Twas with Roxan tother Dayee
And her be quite a little Dear
No don't ee be zilly and play'
Not the Deer with horns, Holly Dear
Said Pansy potter in a voice
That was from Devon and quite Horse
Much deeper than Cats Rats or Mice
More like Mummy, swearing, of course
I's has come a way cross country
To be with Holly and Roxan
We'll start a flying school Sunday
Or, soon as my wings stop growin
I'll shine my shoes and bridle
Plus put a curl in my long horn
Us'ull hang tight on the Zaddle
‘cause my secret? I'm a Unicorn
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