Ferdinand The Bull

Oh, there once lived a bull, a magnificent bull
In a pasture near old Barcelona
He would romp and he'd play through the flowers all day
Till he'd smell just like Eau de Cologne-a

He was gentle and kind, and his moo was refined
Which the rest of the bulls all resented
For when he'd start to moo, in a moment or two
He'd have all the cows discontented

Ferdinand, Ferdinand, the bull with the delicate ego
Ferdinand, Ferdinand, the heifers all called him amigo
Ferdinand, Ferdinand, he'd curtsy and greet them politely
Now, he knew how to tango and dance the fandango
But he never learned to fight

Now, there once lived a bee, a magnificent bee
Who was feeling so chuck full of vigor
That he got out of hand and he stung Ferdinand
With his sharp little thing-a-ma-jigger

Ferdinand was so hurt, he was pawing the dirt
When a bold picador chanced to sight him
"Oh," the picador cried, as a matter of pride
"I'll get my stiletto and fight him!"

Ferdinand, Ferdinand, he smiled when the picador faced him
Ferdinand, Ferdinand, he winked and the picador chased him
Ferdinand, Ferdinand, he viewed the occasion so lightly
When the picador missed him, why, Ferdinand kissed him
For he never learned to fight

Ferdinand, Ferdinand, the toreadors tried to spare him
Ferdinand, Ferdinand, they chased him but couldn't get near him
Female hands from the stands would toss a few posies politely
Each night, poor old Ferdie would give them the birdie
'Cause he never learned to fight

He would look at their features and hide in the bleachers
Now, he knew how to tango and dance the fandango
But he never learned to fight