Mama's got a shortenin' shortenin' shortenin'nMama's got a shortenin' shortenin' bread.nnSomewhere in the deer herd the Unicorn is waking,nlicking off its wounds and lifting its head.nIts horn is covered in wasps and pollen,nIt's pointing the way, but it's over my head.nnMama's got a shortenin' shortenin' shortenin'nMama's got a shortenin' shortenin' bread.