In a land far far away,
There lived a unicorn called Bobby.
His friends thought he was strange,
As painting was his hobby.
While others liked to sing
And dance upon a dream,
Bobby liked to sit
And paint such beautiful scenes!
He painted scenes of silver,
He painted scenes of gold.
He’d sit there painting pictures
Until the day grew old.
He painted giant moonbeams
As they danced in the sky,
Bringing magic to the night
As sleeping children sighed.
He painted magic castles
Upon a sea of clouds
And the mermaids that
were singing
Upon the Shores of Sound.
He made hoof prints on the paper
In shades of brightest green.
It was the strangest sight
That his friends had ever seen!
While his friends danced in the trees
And played football with a peach,
Bobby painted elephants
A-sleeping on the beach!
But then, one night, it happened
While they danced upon a breeze.
They heard monsters howling –
just as a giant sneezed!
The giant stomped through the woods,
Angrily pushing trees aside.
“FEE FI FO FUM!” he roared,
“I’ll feast on unicorns tonight!”
At the sound of giant footsteps,
The unicorns took flight
As the monster in the shadows
Gave them such a fright!
But Bobby was too quick for him.
He picked up his brush once more
And painted a mighty dragon –
with an even mightier roar!
The dragon chased the giant away
With his mighty roar –
but soon, he was gasping for breath
As he sank to the woodland floor.
“Please send me back to bed.”
said the dragon, who was ill,
“I’ve got chicken pox, you see.
I need to take my pills.”
“Don’t worry,” said Bobby,
“We’ll find a bed for you.
You can stay at our castle
And sleep the whole day through.”
“Oh thank you!” said the dragon,
Whose voice was filled with glee,
“Can I sleep all day long
And eat jam tarts for tea?”
“Of course you can!” said Bobby,
As the others gathered round
To cheer on Bobby and the dragon –
who'd really done them proud!
They flew back to the castle,
To put the dragon to bed
And eat a hearty breakfast
Of tea with jam and bread.
© Lynnie 2011
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