Henry The Horse by Henry Mills

"I feel like a horse

with a cone tied to its forehead,

talking to a unicorn.

Sometimes I'm too nervous to say, gorgeous,

so I say, great.

You look great in that unicorn outfit.

When really, what I should've said was,

let's run across fields jumping fence after fence

until we collapse,

pressing together our glowing hooves,

you gorgeous beast!

Or maybe I should just take this silly cone off my forehead,

look you in those big unicorn eyes,

lick your snout

and see what happens."

One of my favorite poems that I need to find the source to.