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THE MOTH AND THE UNICORN
“What does that unicorn eat for his meals?”
Asked the moth from the closet one day.
“My wings are bright fur, for I live upon fur,
“My legs are all wool, for I live upon wool,
“My plumes are fine feathers, I live upon feathers.
“My children at college, who still are mere worms,
“Live upon feathers, and soon will grow feathers—
“They eat up one good coat a day.
“But what does that unicorn eat for his meals,
“That vulgar young unicorn eat for his meals?
“I darkly suspect he eats hay!”
Asked the moth from the closet one day.
“My wings are bright fur, for I live upon fur,
“My legs are all wool, for I live upon wool,
“My plumes are fine feathers, I live upon feathers.
“My children at college, who still are mere worms,
“Live upon feathers, and soon will grow feathers—
“They eat up one good coat a day.
“But what does that unicorn eat for his meals,
“That vulgar young unicorn eat for his meals?
“I darkly suspect he eats hay!”
“Why, yes,” said the fellow so vulgarly mellow,
“Why, yes, as a rule I eat hay.
“Once I ate bacon with Lindsay and Graham,
“But day after day I eat hay!”
“Why, yes, as a rule I eat hay.
“Once I ate bacon with Lindsay and Graham,
“But day after day I eat hay!”
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