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!
Because they work for chicken feed!
