there was a little bull a lovely little thing he had a thought of one day fighting in a ring he travelled of to spain to watch the bullfight show then he got prepared so he could have a go through the gates he charged towards the matador who stood there waiting in the middle of the floor the bull began to charge and chase the cloth of red tossing it away with horns upon his head the crowds they loved the bull and they began roar threw hats up in air the and shouted out for more the little bull was happy he put on quite a show he had made the people happy and gave there hearts a glow.