Queen Of The Unicorns

While traveling from one country to another, I've often
heard someone say,
if you take a trip to Ireland, you'll surely have a
wonderful day
in a country filled with so much happiness,
in a land so lovely and green,
it's the place where you'll find the prettiest woman
anyone has ever seen
she has skin so soft and fair and long flowing hair
and a face so beautiful that's way beyond compare
if you were to ask anyone who this woman is, they would
just smile at you and say, "she is known as her majesty
and whenever she is near, there is no travesty"
she is the protector and mistress who rules a kingdom
filled with beautiful white horses whose heads are
adorned with long singular mystical horns,
she is the woman who they call "Queen of the Unicorns"

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