Charging straight toward him,
and steaming mad at him,
the big mean bull meant to kill.
The audience in the arena stood for the thrill.
With his sword ready to stab,
the bullfighter planned to put big bull on a slab.

With big long sharp horns pointing,
the big bull could hardly wait his preys anointing.
He had survived many a fights,
and had his prey dead in his sights.
One would survive and one would die,
up in the arena everyone saw beef in their pie.

After the dust had settle,
big bull was the last of the cattle.
They carried the bullfighter away,
big bull lived to fight another day.

The royal cook,
put away his beef gormet book,
Grabbed a chicken,
and got to picking.
The king summoned his royal hunter,
to shoot big bull before winter.
He had enough,
of the bullfighters stuff.

Where's the beef.

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