They say you cannot fit square pegs
Into circular holes.
But a square peg isn’t inferior,
It just plays different roles.
So everyone has a job to do,
A reason they were born,
But some folks don’t fit in as well,
Like me, the unicorn.
I cannot do a lot of jobs
‘Cause I don’t have any hands,
And I don’t know jobs whose benefits
Include access to grazing lands.
So since I can’t find real work
I became a line of merchandise,
The reason you’ve never seen me
Is ’cause I walk around in disguise.
I’m satisfied with life as is,
But if I had the choice
I’d be reborn as a nazgul’s horse
‘Cause mares dig bad horse boys.