We Had To Let the Unicorn Go
It
kept poking its horn
Where
it didn't belong
It
asked where it was
Before
it was born
It
frightened the horses
It
was stuck in a rut
No
mare wants to bear
A
foal that can cut
Grown
in a test tube
That
was the last straw
We
couldn't eat it
It
stuck in our craw
GMO
we don't like
A
product of science
Suspicious
by nature
We
said: take a hike.
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