The Unicorn with the long white horn
      Is beautiful and wild.
He gallops across the forest green
So quickly that he's seldom seen
Where Peacocks their blue feathers preen
      And strawberries grow wild.
He flees the hunter and the hounds,
Upon the black earth his white hoof pounds,
Over cold mountains streams he bounds
      And comes to meadow mild;
There, when he kneels to take his nap,
He lays his head in a lady's lap
      As gently as a child.

      William Jay Smith