Unicorn In a Can
Unicorn in a can
Now he will use his magical can
One more item, he needs for his plan
He has two pieces, one in a box, one in a bag
The last one needed, from a unicorn stag
With the horn in his hand he will find
And the hair from youngest he’ll bind
From the seed of a stag, he will exhume
And the rest, in glass, forever entomb
Closer and closer, each and every day
Using the horn, he catches up to his prey
Using the venom, from a black widow spider
A drop of his blood mixed with some cider
Using this concoction blinds the beast
Not letting it see that the mare is deceased
Thinking itself mating with a female unicorn
And after he’s dead his seed will be torn
“First things first“, the wizard does say
He walks over to where the unicorn lay
To the rear of the beast, knife in his hand
A flick of the wrist, and they fall to the sand
He needs these seeds, one given, one taken
Then into the can, and gently shaken
Using this concoction, and a magic spell
The blood of the witch, it turns to a jell
Now that he has all that he needs
He sits and he watch’s the as the unicorn bleeds
Enjoying himself with every dying breath
But it is to slow, so he stabs it to death
Packing up the bag, box and can
He journeys back to where it began
To the witches grave, on a hill up high
He drops to his knees, and begins to cry
I have done as you asked, oh love of my life
The unicorns will suffer, for taking my wife
I will capture them all and throw them to the sea
And as soon as I’m done, its with you I will be
By Mr. E. Jones
Copyright © Edward Jones | Year Posted 2005
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