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