There must be world unknown somewhere
where unicorns still roam.
A place where foals with nubbin horns
make shady trees their home.
There must be worlds where knights still ride
all fair and proud and brave.
Where on their prancing steeds they joust
while ladies gaily wave.
There must be worlds where forest elves
still hunt the glades and dells.
Where wood nymphs wearing skirts of leaves
still haunt the springs and wells.
Where wizards deep in caverns dark
or castles cold and bare,
will talk all night with grinning skulls
or just to empty air.
There must be worlds unknown somewhere
where unicorns run free.
A world where love is pure and right
A place for you and me.
KMS
