You take my third eye
My magical cone of bone
What you don't have by right
You steal
Beauty loses
When the big game hunter chooses
To mount it in a plaque
It cannot be glued back
It's on a plaque in his den
And you're drinking cognac when
His associates come in
"oh, I say, how did you acquire that unicorn horn"
"It was force, my new shoo-in,
By a well-paid subordinate game hunter
I did not kill the animal
So no harm done" (no harm done)
"But did she, did she try to run"
"Oh, to be sure. But I put a lure in a trap
She kept coming back...
...They say it doesn't hurt the animal"
But now look at me
I ride a pathetic and broken down pony
With a gorey wound on my face
Was useless to think that I could have been
Swifter, smarter, more clever
For I could not have escaped