there was little bull a friendly little thing he would dream off bull fights and being in the ring he pictured all the matadors that he had to fight waving there red capes in there suits so bright
he dreamt he run around as the crowd did roar from this little bull the crowd they wanted more he would tease the matador as he waved cape straight in to his eyes the little bull would gape
he was only dreaming of what he'd like to do maybe when he;s older his dream just may come true.