There once was a boy from Mountieland (A far away place where the mountains are grand) His name was Steven, and he discovered ages ago that unicorns happen to live on the rainbow His dad was a quiet man, but not in this case Sometimes he turned red, and then blue in the face Time after time he’d express his sorrow ‘Unicorns aren’t real, son! Not today, not tomorrow!’

Well, time flies (just like unicorns do) His friends stopped believing, but Steven still knew That unicorns are not made of fantasy They’re real! And that’s why his friends would be laughing and making fun of him all day They’d glue lunch on his hat, and then they’d say ‘Look, everyone! They exist after all!’ Yes, they were genuinely having a ball

Poor Steven, he would always encounter laughter, but: ‘Just wait, ‘till I’ve finally found her (or him), then they will smell some unicorn-dung!’ He doddered into the woods while he clicked with his tongue But then, all of a sudden and very abruptly something fell out of the sky, right on Steven’s left knee Not a leaf, not a berry, it was a sparkling white light Steven said ‘Very funny guys, ha-ha and good night!’

But what he witnessed had nothing to do with cheap tricks (This is where the plot twist gets thrown in the mix) There on that branch stood a unicorn, clear as day The real deal - just missing one thing, I daresay ‘How do you do, sir?’ the unicorn spoke, ‘I’m in a position here: my unique horn broke! I tripped on the rainbow and fell all the way down and it just came off. I’m like a red-nose-less clown!’

Steven thought and he thought, his morale was low Then he looked straight at the answer: that colorful rainbow! Filled with joy he jumped on unicorn’s back ‘Follow those colors and we'll be right on track!’ They followed the bow and when they reached the end Steven ran to the pot and he started to rant ‘I believed in your magic as long as I’m alive Now please, grow no-horn a tusk sharp as a knife!’

And in a bright flash unicorn got back his sheen He carried the prettiest horn you have ever seen! But poor Steven should’ve kept his feelings at bay: for unicorns, the rainbow is like some magnetic highway! In a moments pass Stevens dear friend was just a tiny dot ‘Now no one will believe me!’ Steven peevishly thought

Down-hearted, heavy-laden, he returned to his old friends He could see them standing there already, next to the fence They were all riding unicorns - fake ones, no doubt ‘Not in the mood for teasing, guys!’ Now Steven’s voice was loud. ‘This is no joke, dear Steven! We believe you, yeah, we do! Our horses were suddenly unicorns! Man, have we smelled their poo! We’ll have loads of fun - along with you, of course! (But nobody noticed Bill saying: ‘Has anybody seen my horse?’)