Unicorn Rumor
Perdition the Magician spread a rumor that was only a lie
He gave it to faeries, elves, gremlins, and brownies as they fluttered by
All the unicorns are dead except one, we call her Minerva he said.
They were crying and weeping because gorgeous unicorns were dead.
Holly Molly, a.k.a. Mrs. Christmas heard this rumor, it made her blue.
She was so sad about it, she had to stir her tears up into beef stew.
King Ding-a-Ling, a dictator who never got his own way
Ate up Holly Molly’s tears on that crazy unicorn-rumor day.
A blue bull heard the rumor and he said “that is a lie.”
He was big and burly, but also a relatively wise guy.
Besides, he had seen a herd of unicorns go over a hill.
A day or two ago, headed toward old Granny’s whiskey still.
A pirate captain had captured those unicorns, the last six alive.
He took them out to his ship, which was sailing for Van Five.
One of them escaped and swam quickly back to the shore.
The last unicorn ever seen again, her name was Lenore.
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