Two bulls on a hill, admiring the heifers below,
Young bull, whistling bossa-nova, impertinent,
‘Look, dad, you’re bummin’ me out, man, just standin’ there,
Let’s run on down and score some chicks!’

Old bull squints and contemplates the scene, reflecting,
‘Fine, Toro, you flash your macho, scare them off,
I’ll stroll on over later, talk some trash,
And mingle, whisper, make them smile…

And before long, my young hormonal friend,
I’ll have them all. Watch and learn or…run along.

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