When Unicorns Played Jazz

In a world of fantasy, where magic never fades,
There was a night of wonder, when unicorns played jazz.
Their horns glinted silver, under the moonlit sky,
As they gathered in a clearing, where the music came alive.

The saxophone unicorn, with a coat of shimmering blue,
Blew notes of pure enchantment, in a soulful, smoky hue.
The trumpet unicorn, with a mane of fiery red,
Sent brassy tones of joy, soaring overhead.

The piano unicorn, with hooves of pearly white,
Tickled the ivories with grace, in the starry night.
The bass unicorn, with a tail of deepest green,
Laid down a funky rhythm, like a pulsing dream.

The drum unicorn, with a coat of midnight black,
Kept the beat with a thunder, in a jazzy attack.
And as they played together, in perfect harmony,
The forest came alive, with a magical symphony.

The trees swayed to the rhythm, the flowers bloomed in tune,
As the unicorns played on, under the silver moon.
The creatures of the night, they gathered all around,
Entranced by the spell, of the jazzy sound.

The fairies danced on mushrooms, the pixies flew in time,
The gnomes tapped their…