Ferdinand was a peaceful bull
And we all cherish his story,
But why can’t we give other bulls
Their fair share of the glory?
Just ‘cause bulls are big and strong
And make their targets gory
Doesn’t mean we all should be deprived
Of the tales of Bloody Cory.
Cory was a little bull
But with a giant’s rage.
They say he killed a hundred clowns
Before he left his cage
But the idiots in power
Who control the ratings gauge
Decided Cory’s story
Wasn’t for the those of younger age.
The older audiences
Would have loved our vicious bull
On a silver screen starring Charlie Sheen
With songs by Jethro Tull,
But the studios made their sequels
And Cory’s script execs did pull
And little Cory’s path to glory
Was rendered void and null.
But you, dear reader, have a gift:
A peek into the truth,
The knowledge of a future steer
In his ungodly youth
And if you eat a steak tonight
With a glass of vermouth
I hope you think of Cory
And his doings so uncouth.
The Daily Travesty 