Yes the bull won the contest for sure,
For that tourist he twisted and tore.
Loud he bellowed and roared
As that Aussie he gored,
But he didn’t know what was in store.
For although Olivito had won,
They dispatched him quite soon with a gun.
Though the queasy may quake
He was turned into steak;
Then the verdict delivered: “Well done!”
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