In which I grant the requests of Alex, Cassie, and Mike. And also try again to disprove Ricky. ALEX'S MUSIC: soundcloud.com LYRICS: Back in the autumn of '72 Based in the center of Medford The winter hill gang ran a ratcheting scheme From Braintree down to Bedford And all the hippie Cambridge kids Were tuning out and 'shrooming Whitey Bulger and his men Were fierce and unassuming The moms of Alewife Parkway And the dads of Quincy Street Warned their kids to run away If Whitey they should meet But hey, say, the Somerville folks were not afraid And hey, hey, while others fled the city stayed And they, they, were not at all forlorn Cause they Knew the tale Of the Somerville unicorn She was hatched from an egg on the Emerald Isle When the druids owned the land, and magic was in style But then St. Patrick came and she was banished for a while She caught a boat to Salem town But even the witches didn't want her around For the unicorn's primary purpose you see Since the days of ancient rime Most cryptozoologists agree Is to crack organized crime The cops were corrupt and taking bribes But a few good men on the force wanted her to thrive She was outside the law but they kept her alive The men in debates were torn 'bout the Somerville unicorn And Whitey went and holed up In a duplex in LA So the unicorn of Somerville Went off to the South Bay And now the homes of Boston Are terrorized no more If you ever meet the Irish mob That's what unicorns are for SONNET: Alas, the sixth has ...