He stands alone, So proud and strong,
His mane and tail flow fluidly
Don't ever try to catch him,
His spirit is so wild and free,
There has never been such creature,
With his single golden horn
Pointing forever skywards,
He is the Silver Unicorn.
In the warmest summer breeze,
He runs forever freely
Through the gently moving trees.
He is smooth and swift and fast.
His hooves will move like lightening,
And you'll never, ever last.
It cannot be caged or tamed.
He has more pride than you or me,
And if caught will forever be maimed.
Many people say with scorn.
But those who have ever seen him,
Never forget the Silver Unicorn.