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The Bull and the Horn
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Life The bull was proud, tough and strong
The field was his to stride upon
His horns, his power and bony death
To those who watched not where they stepped
With a furious trumpet and terrible gore
This rampant bull raged and tore
Till one day the rancher wove a trick
Though he fought, the rope was much to thick
Penned and dazed the hot knife cut
The bull dearmed was left to rut
In dusty earth, on defenseless ground
A broken creature in sadness bound
Irony though shall have her way
As now so long since that hard day
Somewhere a gilded horn is raised
And the mighty bull in strength is praised
