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 one stop by
Don't be frightened or cry
We'd rather not scare him away!
..... by Everett Eugene Wiginton