|The flowing mane of pain swells on Trelawny Lawn
|Stark handsome eyes decide the unicorn
|Is a beast of borrowed wisdom
|Like a thrush in the yielding harvest field
|The prophet deems snow.
|The silent stork of sadness scans Trelawny Lawn
|The lion, the unicorn it's horn in the lap of Beth
|Laments the dawn
|Beguiled, the scribish jacket-man his cap a skull-of-rat
|Is but a pawn.
|Oh sky, your eyes embrace is to vicious for my wheat
|The foaming Earthguard whinneys to his leaden feet
|The bullfinch rumbles
|The lavish lion aslanically scythes the hay
|The unicorn bids you stay.