A symbol of purity and grace
A noble legend was born
I speak of none other
Than the graceful unicorn.
He had a coat so snowy white
And a preference for maidens fair
The brave would thus assemble
Only if they dared.
With nets flung wide, the hunters
Would taunt the kingly beast
With the help of a pure virgin
In their grasp the beast would cease.
As time went on the numbers curtailed
Of the creature strong and true
Until the day the unicorn
Vanished from their view.
So people can you listen
And learn from the unicorns plight
Never hunt the majestic likes
Of the unicorn for spite.