The Unicorn
As I crossed the creek at twilight,
I saw a Unicorn,
A big old boisterous fellow,
With an awesome, silver horn.
With joy, I jumped and quickly ran.
As fast as I was able.
To find that I was ridiculed,
Around my Father's table.
When in the stillness of the night.
I heard an Angel sing.
They mocked me in the Market square,
And brought me to the King.
There I got a Jester's hat,
My shoes adorned with bells
They laugh and call me "Silly man".
Who funny stories tells.
I do not see as others do,
But should my lips be still?
When I can see a Unicorn,
And skies that Angels fill?
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