The race of the bulls
The
shapes all the same
The
colours vary
On
the stretch of quiet road
The
thumping hooves
The
barking loudly
Don't
you see?
The
race of the bulls
They
make the day
A
sight to watch
The
falling brown leaves
Swaying
along with the breezing beats
The
race of the bulls
Don't
you see?
Every
one has its own run
Puffing
along the quiet road
For
the prize of meaty bones
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