Bull Daunted

I climbed a fence to pick a flower, Then stopped to look around. It took me 'most a quarter hour To pick the flowers that I found. Oh, lovely sunlit daisy shells, Oh, look! what are those sky blue bells? Another and another there. I'll pick them all; no one will care For this is only pasture land And, oh, the flowers are so grand. It's only pasture land, ah, yes, And over there, there is a... A cow I think. Or could it be...? I'll have to guess. What if it were...? A bull! I sink Down to the ground so I can tell; I see his horns; he has no bell. He turns his head to look my way; The fence is, oh... so far away. I've heard it said, 'You must not run.' If I call out, would someone come? A cow or bull? How does one know? He turns around; his head is down. I've also heard that it will show If he should start to paw the ground. He takes a step; He's going to come! I've got to run; my legs are numb! Is it too late? I cannot wait! Somewhere there's got to be a gate. What shall I do; What shall I do? 'He' stretched 'his' neck and then said, 'Moo-oo'