Unicorn In a Bottle

A long long time ago, In a land that’s far way, The unicorns of this peaceful land, Were disappearing day by day, It seems an evil wizard, Had come unto this land, He swore that he would have them all, Captured with his hand, For 10 long years that wizard, He work beside the sea, A castle he had built there, Of mud and rock and tree, And then he started planning Just how he’d do the deed, With all the magic that he had, He knew that he’d succeed, He got himself a craftsman, A potter by trade and name, To make him many bottles, To be blown in a magic flame, Then he cast his magic spells, And spun his magic webs, In each bottle he’d capture one, Then throw them to the ebbs, Now the unicorns are gone And the wizard moved away The peaceful land is not And that’s all there is to say So if you see a bottle That’s floating in the sea And in it you see a unicorn Please wont you set it free