Throwin' up, find a glove
Fly around, up above
Doin' stuff that I love
You're like "Why?", I'm like "What?"
Crisp and dry, eat some mud
Glowing up, lovey-dove
Doin' stuff that I love
You're like "Why?", I'm like "What?"
What?
Oh, a unicorn horn makes a unicorn stride
It's the more-head on your forehead, it's the source of your pride
Every unicorn who's born has worn a horn that's unique
So we'll whip them up as we speak, you'll be lookin' très magnifique
We'll fake a phony protrusion and make a bony illusion
It's not the perfect solution, but the world's not big on inclusion
And with those rocks in our pockets, we'll reap the reward
And folks'll be floored, we'll strike a new chord
Our magic restored!
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