You may have a stable
with two unicorns,
but I have a donkey
with a dozen horns.
The first one casts a rainbow
straight into the sky.
The next one provides lift
that lets my donkey fly.
Three play like a flute
and one’s invisible.
Another is a gauge
to tell him when he’s full.
The gold one’s decorative.
The silver one’s a straw.
One horn can hold paper
while others learn to draw.
One horn lets him breath
while swimming in the sea.
The last two always fight.
Why can’t those horns agree!
