I'm telling you the story
of the death of the last unicorn
Of the dragon that he slayed
Of the battle that he fought
in the days mankind was born
In the morning of the world
He shone so white in the meadow,
in the bright early light
His horn so golden in the sun
The orange flame that licked their way
I'm telling you the story
of the death of the last unicorn
Of the dragon that he slayed
Of the battle that he fought
in the days mankind was born
In the morning of the world
The beast that challenged him
had massacred his own kind
Had eaten every dragon one by one
Alone he stretched for acres
I'm telling you the story
of a death of a last unicorn
Of the dragon that he slayed
Of the battle that he fought
in the days mankind was born
In the morning of the world
Rampant roaring and trumpeting
rang around across the country
When all was finished and the evil
beast was killed and conquered
The Snow White Unicorn had won
upon a soft green pillow sleeping
and shot him with his gun
I'm telling you the story
of the death of the last unicorn
Of the dragon that he slayed
Of the battle that he fought
in the days mankind was born
In the morning of the world
I think we need another unicorn today
In the evening of the world