“unicorns are just horny ponies”

In meadows bathed by morning’s gleam,  
A whispered legend threads the stream:  
Of unicorns with shining horns,  
Resplendent as the dawn is born.

Yet playful tales begin to spin  
Where laughter dances on the wind—  
“They’re just some ponies, nothing more,  
Who happened to grow one thing more!”

But let us look through wonder’s eyes  
Beyond the jokes the world contrives,  
To graceful necks and star-bright eyes,  
To sparkling coats and magic skies.

Their horns are more than passing jest,  
They’re keys that open hearts and chests—  
Golden spirals spun from dreams,  
Hope and kindness in each gleam.

So call them ponies, call them rare,  
But unicorns are dreams we share;  
A gentle myth with shining face,  
A wish for magic’s sweet embrace.

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