Unicorn 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 black earth his white hoof pounds, Over cold mountain streams he bounds And comes to a 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 (1957) The Last Unicorn When the last eagle flies Over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars At the last dusty fountain In the shadows of the forest Though she may be old and worn They will stare unbelieving At the Last Unicorn When the first breath of winter Throught the flowers is icing And you look to the north And a pale moon is rising And it seems like all is dying And would leave the world to mourn In the distance hear her laughter It's the Last Unicorn I'm alive... I'm alive When the last moon is cast Over the last star of morning And the future is past Without even a last desparate warning Then look into the sky where through The cloudes a path is formed Look and see her how she sparkles It's the Last Unicorn I'm alive... I'm alive. From the movie The Last Unicorn