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 dreamed he run around as the crowd did roar
from ths 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 would like to do
maybe when he gets older.  his dreams they might come true