Ole Toro

Running round in the summer air. Breathing in all that's there.Saying Hi To the cow with horns, Playing in wonder, and care. Lost, in my dream.Boy did I Scream! As over the fence, she Came at me! Round and round the tractor we did weave.As i took a peek, , her horns behind, her breath hot on me. As I swarmed around like a bee. Until the tractor, I could Flee! Grandpa running out, white as a ghost, Flailing his arms at my unfriendly Host! ! ! Then ever so gently, he wrapped his arms around me. Explaining soft, firm, & yet fair. With hair so red, Ole Toro, Is All A Bull, Sees...