There's a wildfire burning,
burning, burning,
burning out of control
And there's nowhere to go

Lazy is this warm spring day
and kind of slow
Wrapped in ribbons of sunshine
My unicorn and I
we travel down a hidden path
where streams of love flow
and when we arrive
a handsome prince, O'
with his sweet unicorn, too
and his body language says
he's feeling kind of low
So I give him a sweet smile
and then politely say
"come chat with me for awhile,
before life calls you away
and you must quickly go"

His self-portrait's quite alluring
and screams desperation
Wonder why he felt desperate?

Perchance money, fame, romance
Or an urgent need for medication?
Suppose we shall never know..

"The Desperate Man" 1844-45
By artist, provacateur
Jean Courbet

Someday a prince from an isle of unicorns
will come and plant me many sweet roses
Around the grounds and upon the hills,
and plant some even pretty pink roses
underneath those weeping willow trees
and some white roses around the pond
Each day, I shall place them in some vases
and enjoy them inside the castle, too
Oh, there's a vampire at my window!

Say something sweet
Like this beautiful compliment
   You look nice today!