Horse, Grey.
It's a grey, grey horse.
Horse, Grey.
That's what I say.

Horse, Grey.
It's a grey, grey horse.
Horse.
That's what, what we all say.

I know you say
it might be a unicorn
but that's not what I
see here today.

Because, I don't believe in unicorns,
and so I can't ever see them that way.
Instead, instead I see that beast!
That lovely grey, grey horse!
Instead, instead I see that beast!
Such a lovely grey, grey horse!

I don't care what you say!
I truly don't!
I don't care what you say!
That's just a grey, grey horse!

And I'm feeling a little peckish.
I thought I would eat the horse.
I know you don't want to eat it,
because it's a unicorn you say.

But!

I'm feeling hungry,
and it looks really meaty.
And, horses are really
Expensive to keep.

And so I'm thinking,
I'll just put it down.
And then, truly,
we can have a feast!

And maybe it was never grey!
And maybe it was never a horse!
And maybe it's true what you say!
That it was a unicorn instead.

But! That head!
Oh! That head!
Will feed a whole
family instead.

And maybe then,
I can believe you.
And maybe then,
it will be true to me, too.

But only if my knife,
it really hits
the
unicorn's horn.

If my knife never
catches the slice,
why then I'll think
it is just a horse.

Why then I'll think
it was only a horse.