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This bull, he bellow his death.

This final bull, he take the thunder over his knee.

This bull he tell the thunder to take his little boy bag and go home.

This bull he feel the sword hit bone, feel the lightning spark, see the lightning streak & stray, he call out, he scare the thunder away, go home little boy, come thee not out to play.

This bull, he bellow his death.

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