Galloping far away to a fun fairyland
Exploring the mountains and drinking from rivers
Open plains and great views, without the caregivers
No need for therapy as plenty of farmland

There are no fences here, barrier-free for roaming
Beauty is all nature and plenty of green grass
As there is no real threat, luxurious and world-class
The stables are empty, at peace without combing

As the days turn into nights, the seasons are changing
The routine of this life grows into loneliness
Wishing for company, and bits of homeliness

Nodding to this beauty, he trots barely ranging
To warm hugs and carrots, feeling of wanting horn
Having this attention is like a unicorn