A LITTLE BULL
This story is of three bulls
All of a bovine breed,
Who were traveling the desert together
In search of a little feed.
When on a knoll they came upon a meadow
A spring had made,
With bright green grass
And trees about
That allowed for a little shade.
Now the largest of the three bulls
Bowed his neck and some snot was blown,
Which was warning enough
For the smaller two
That he wanted this place for his own.
So now there's just two bulls traveling
In search of a place to stop
To fill up on green grass and water,
Which they found on a mountaintop.
Now, this place suited both bulls to a tee.
But, as oft happens, as history will show,
The larger one thumped the smaller one good,
So back to the trail he did go.
Now, there's a moral to this story,
One I hope we'll learn today.
And it's that sometimes
A little bull will go a long, long way.
All of a bovine breed,
Who were traveling the desert together
In search of a little feed.
When on a knoll they came upon a meadow
A spring had made,
With bright green grass
And trees about
That allowed for a little shade.
Now the largest of the three bulls
Bowed his neck and some snot was blown,
Which was warning enough
For the smaller two
That he wanted this place for his own.
So now there's just two bulls traveling
In search of a place to stop
To fill up on green grass and water,
Which they found on a mountaintop.
Now, this place suited both bulls to a tee.
But, as oft happens, as history will show,
The larger one thumped the smaller one good,
So back to the trail he did go.
Now, there's a moral to this story,
One I hope we'll learn today.
And it's that sometimes
A little bull will go a long, long way.
Waddie Mitchell
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