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.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
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.
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