The Bulls were unleashed
And nothing could stand in their way
They trampled and rumbled
And carried the day
The silver arrows flew
They flew from their bows
And though they struck again and again
The bulls were far from their death throes
Then, along he came, the matador
On his black stallion, his prancing horse
And the bulls they trembled
As the stallion thundered along the course
Battle was joined and the three of them fought
The elder bull taking up the fight
But the younger bull, not to be outdone
Stepped forward with his full might
The elder bull the matador slew
But the younger would not be cowed
He sprang, he charged, the matador fell
And the champion of the world, the bull was crowned
Or something like that.
