All the black bulls called him a coward
Only black bulls go to the bull ring
you're a pretty little bull.
You're my little bull. So please
dont ask me why little bull.
But this did not satisfie
Everyday alone in the meadows
Till one day he really imagined
that his horns were large
Bold as brass right then and
then the little white bull
Quickly found the nearest road
What a fluffy little bull
He marched along a proud little bull
It was he day of the bull fight
Waiting to see the famous Matador
Trumpet the sound of the fan fair
Out from the throats of the
crowd came a mighty Roar!
Into the ring to the shout of a great olay
Came the parade all prepared
Matadors and Picidors and Toridors!
Trotting right behind them
How they laughed out loud to
see the Little white bull
arena with his head up high
Till the Matador in the center
Charging right up to him went
The Matador cried Turret little bull
Hes not a little bull, your a brave little bull.
Your gonna be a great little bull.
Then the crowd all shouted
your a brave little bull.
Your gonna be a great little bull.
So if you got a little bull
Thats a white little bull
That it might be the bull