My Garden Unicorn, by Leslie Thomson Subscribe to rss feed for Leslie Thomson

In my garden there’s a unicorn.
He helps me out there with his horn.
It’s just the thing for digging out weeds,
And making holes for planting seeds.

He used to work for the Elfland Dairies,
Pulling carts driven by white-coated fairies.
Delivering milk across the lawns,
To all the brownies, elves and fauns.

And when the spring comes around,
He helps me to till the ground.
Puts down his head and shows me how,
He uses his horn just like a plough.

In summer when he’s hot and pants,
He seeks the shade, among the plants.
And lies there dozing as his mind roams,
Watched over by my guardian gnomes.

With autumn comes the falling leaves,
Which my unicorn soon relieves.
He sits there patiently with his horn,
As a spike to collect the dead leaves on.

And in the winter when all is white,
I make sure that he is warm at night.
With cosy straw on which to lie,
And dream of rainbows in the sky.

The fairy folk from far and near,
Find my unicorn oh so dear.
The finest creature they’ve ever seen;
A present to me from the Elfin Queen.

Posted: 2012-03-27 15:34:30 UTC

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