Long, Long ago
Their lived a magnificent bird
With the greatest of foes
Who lived in the herd
To this story
You must listen
It’s filled with some glory
But it doesn’t glisten
Like that magnificent bird
And that evil, evil herd
There stood five bulls in the middle of town
They were sad and big and completely brown
All they did was make everyone feel down
Mostly because of their terrible frown
They were silent except a “moo” from the nice clown
One day a prince was running in his gown
He fell in a lake, and the bulls left him to drown
But, the clown saved his fat and his crown
And all of a sudden the Bulls knew nouns
And could talk better than anyone in town
The poor clown died
And the bulls were snide
They didn’t care
And the weren’t fair
They looked for a beast
more magnificent
And found one far east
It was the singing string instrument
They trampled it
Beat it
They killed it
Or so they thought
But, it was a Phoenix
It would come back
Eventually
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