Part on the unicorn

There was once this girl,
which had this gold pearl,
She held it close,
and then there grew a rose.

She looked at it carefully,
and suddenly it appeared
with the golden locks,
just like a baby fox.

She watched every inch,
until it started to flinch.
She asked its name,
but it just whispered: proclaim.

She wondered a lot,
and then she forgot,
that unicorn that was lost,
is no longer in frost.

She took it away,
deep within the bay,
now the unicorn is free,
and it can find its key