Pedalling along singing a jaunty song
I cycled along the grassy way,
The air was crisp, the sun shone fine
And all the world was merry and gay.

The flowers bloomed, the bee danced happy
The poet in me dare says
Alas, i did not notice in the distance
The black bulls steely gaze

His amorous self had been denied
The love of the village cow
He was upset and wanted to vent
At the puny cyclist now!

God does his miracles
But they were not to be
For i did not pay heed
To the Beastly bovine running behind me

The bull made its move, Its horns charging clear
I knew not what hit me,
just lightning struck in the rear

The world went dark, the stars twinkled
I started eating dirt
I swore in holy anger
The poet in me was hurt.

But what chance do you take?
What do you explain, to an irate bull?
His pious wrath now sated
He watched me with an eye so cool

Never again do i take that way,
Nor do i sing the merry song
For an angry bull is worth the pass
For he can do no wrong!