Beneath the stars, in forests far, where whispered winds do weave
Its mane aglow with stardust in the quiet eve
Eyes like gems with gentle steps it roams the dreamy land
Its horn aglow as if dipped in gold and a mane of silvered strands
Where streams sing lullabies the night sky tells its tales
There dances unicorns leaving shimmering starry trails
The sole truth amidst medieval myths as ancient sages penned
Unicorn’s grace in every place where rainbows find their end

Searching for the unicorn's sacred horn
Worth more than 10,000 pounds of the purest gold
A majesty of magic that’s older than old
Glowing horse frolicking at the base of a rainbow
Mystic breed of horse stays hidden in the trees
Single horn on its head will protect me from disease
A legend in the forest, a timeless mystery
The most sought after substance known to history

Narwhals fear no man their 2100 pounds of pure might
Appear neath cresting waves no avoidance of human sight
The nature of their horn proves with no trace of indecision
The existence of unicorns within the royal kingdom
For if the ocean can hold such a beast, then surely must the land
Thus we seek these magic horns so rare it’s hard to understand
Tales been told for centuries, still there's no documented poach
Surpasses the wonder of the holy grail, we search across the glob