Lead the bull by the nose
But what when that gets old?
Make a sport of his pain
Taunt him with scarlet cape Snorting Charging
You turn just so Deftly
Wear him down Tease him to his death
He rages You turn just so Impale him with a flourish
Bleeding Frothing You dance while he dies
Now with triumphant arm you spear his heart
Roses thrown You turn just so Bow and walk away
