The legend of the unicorn has always been considered fantasy
and myth, although some say that it is based in fact. I have
heard the disappearance of the unicorn explained in the song,
The Unicorn (see below). It said that while the other animals were filing
two-by-two onto Noah's ark, the unicorns were playing and missed
the boat. I don't know whether the unicorn is real or not and I
don't believe that it really matters. The unicorn as a mythological
creature is beautiful and what it stands for is even more beautiful.
It is purity and innocence; bravery and courage and courage; and
magical and fantasy. The unicorn is a beautiful creation and that
is why I collect them, love them, and dedicate my nickname and pages
to them.
Below you will find a copy of The Unicorn Song, two songs from The Last Unicorn, and two poems written by a couple of my friends.
To find out more about The Last Unicorn, visit Paladin's Last Unicorn Page.
THE UNICORN
A long time ago when the earth was green,
There were more kinds of animals than you'd ever seen.
They'd run around free when the ark was bring born,
But the loveliest of them all was the Unicorn.
CHORUS:
There was green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants,
But sure as you're born
The loveliest of them all was the Unicorn.
Now God seen some sinning and it gave him pain.
And he says, "Stand back, I'm gonna make it rain."
He says, "Hey Brother Noah, I'll tell you what to do,
Build me a floating zoo."
CHORUS:
And take some of them green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants,
But sure as you're born,
Don't you forget my Unicorn.
Old Noah was there to answer the call.
He finished up making the ark just as the rain started falling.
He marched in the animals, two by two
And he called out as they went through.
CHORUS:
Hey Lord, I got your green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants,
But Lord, I'm so forlorn,
I just can't see no Unicorns.
Then, Noah looked out through the driving rain,
Them Unicorns were hiding, playing silly games,
Kicking and splashing while the rain was pouring.
Oh, them silly Unicorns.
CHORUS:
There were green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Noah cried, :Close the door cause the rain is pouring,
And we just can't wait for no Unicorns
The ark started moving, it drifted with the tides.
Them Unicorns looked up from their rocks and they cried,
And the waters came down and sort of floated them away.
And, that's why you've never seen a Unicorn to this very day.
CHORUS:
You'll see green alligators and long-necked geese,
Some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
Some cats and rats and elephants,
But sure as you're born, you'll never gonna see no Unicorn.
Shel Silverstein
Unicorn
The hunter stood beside me
Who blew that mighty horn.
I saw that he was hunting
The gentle unicorn.
But the unicorn is noble
He knows his gentle birth
He knows that God has chose him above
All beast on Earth.
He's placed on a ledge that climbs.
The ledge that climbs high in the sky.
It sparkles and shimmers a gleam so wide
The unicorns roam and rare-up high
They are God's special creatures
And live a righteous life.
For they fear no man and scorn their dart.
And only a virgin's magic power shall tame their haughtly heart.
Rhonda Woods
Age: 16
Spirit of the Wind
The Unicorn is wrongly named
A description will tell why.
Silver hooves upon the ground
Wing tips brush the sky.
The sight of his eyes
Is quite unusual and rare.
They give off the feelings
Of warmth, love, and care.
The mane is melted gold
A flame against the blue
Matched only by his tail
Which is the same fiery hue.
The horn is the most
Mystical of all
Rainbow it is colored
Magic is its call.
Gentle is his nature
Never has he sinned.
As everyone can see
He's the Spirit of the Wind.
Amy Owen (My Forever Knight Cousin) 1992
THE LAST UNICORN
When the last eagle flies over last, crumbling mountain,
And the last lion roars, at the last, dusty fountain,
In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn,
They will stare, unbelieving, at the Last Unicorn.
When the first breath of winter, through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north, and the pale moon is rising,
And it seems like all is dying and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance, hear the laughter of the Last Unicorn,
I'm alive...I'm alive...
When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning,
And the future has past without even a last, desperate warning,
Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is formed
Look and see her, how she sparkled, it's the Last Unicorn,
I'm alive...I'm alive...
Written by Jimmy Webb
WHERE DO UNICORNS GO?
In the sea, the fish have learned to fly,
On a moonlit night, on wings of silver,
As the enchanted stars sail serenely by.
Do they know?
Where do unicorns go? Where winged horses fly?
Narwhals lost at sea, and never seen again.
Go, go and ask the magpie,
"Where do unicorns go?"
In the trees, the birds have learned to speak,
Many colored, they keep their secrets,
In a parade of clouds, playing hide and seek,
Do they know?
Where do unicorns go? Where winged horses fly?
Narwhals lost at sea, and never seen again.
Does myth and mystery lie,
Where the unicorns go?...
Written by Jimmy Webb
THE PROPHECY OF THE TRUE HORN<
Into darkness will I fade,
Into a night that Man has made,
But through that gloom shall gleam the Sun
When I am lost, and again am won.
Release! Release! I call to thee
In the New Lands across the sea;
Let another, on narrow pathways, come to me.
Furthest and Highest,
Yet not beyond reach.
Choose thou well a path that will teach
How the Sunken is raised
And Emptiness filled
And a wandering heart
Can finally be stilled.
Seek the Great Stone! Mark it well, with a sign,
That the one who shall follow
Shall see it is mine,
And, seeing, shall ponder and certainly know
As the Ancients have writ: "As Above, so Below."
And I shall guard the Source of Greatness;
Waiting by a teardrop
>From neither joy nor sorrow born,
In silver bound, beneath the ground,
I am the Spiral Horn.
--Translated by Michael Green
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