UNICORN POO
Unicorn poo! Unicorn poo!
What kind of poo does a unicorn do?
Is it burnished like bronze? Is it gloopy like glue?
Oh what kind of poo does a unicorn do?
Does it gleam like a diamond,
all glistening white?
Does is radiate rainbows
and emanate light?
Is it red, green and orange
or purple and blue?
Oh what kind of poo does a unicorn do?
Does it spiral and curl
like the finest ice cream?
Does it float like a spaceship
as though in a dream?
Does it swallow your house?
Does it fit in your shoe?
Oh what kind of poo does a unicorn do?
Unicorn poo! Unicorn poo!
What kind of poo does a unicorn do?
Does it drip like a raindrop or savagely spew?
Oh what kind of poo does a unicorn do?
Does it glow in the dark?
Is it found in the park?
Is it dirty like sludge?
Is it tasty like fudge?
Does it rush like a river
or slowly accrue?
Oh what kind of poo does a unicorn do?
Does it bounce like a ball?
Is it smelly at all?
Does it really repulse
or inspire and enthrall?
Is it flat like a pancake
or terribly tall?
If you chucked it about
would it stick to the wall?
Unicorn poo! Unicorn poo!
What kind of poo does a unicorn do?
There’s one in my garden, so come form a queue
to look at my magical UNICORN POO!
