Soft the sun, it sinks in the west
Little creatures go to their rest.
In the forest where the leaves dance,
The pretty unicorns frolic and prance.
Hush now babies, pillow your heads
All you children head for your beds
In the night the unicorns play
Chasing the moonbeams until the next day
When you wake the unicorns sleep
In the shadow'd forest so deep
'Til the sunset pink and gold gleams
Then all the unicorns dance in your dreams
Copyright © 1995 Michelle Bottorff