once upon a time there was a little white bull very sad because he was a little white bull all the black bulls called him a coward just cause he was white only black bulls go to the bullring only black bulls fight when he asked his mama if a little white bull ever had a chance of turning black his mama said you silly little bull you re a pretty little bull you re my little bull so please don t ask me why little bull you just ain t black but this did not satisfy that little white bull he was an exception to that little white rule everyday alone in the meadow he d find things to charge till one day he really imagined that his horns were large bold as brass right then and then the little white bull quickly found the nearest road to town and people said what a funny little bull what a fluffy little bull he s our little bull he marched along a proud little bull and hit the town it was the day of the bullfight all the town were there waiting to see the famous matador trumpeters sounded a fanfare tam ta da dam tam taaa out from the throats of the crowd came a mighty roar into the ring to the shout of a great ol came the parade all prepared for a mighty fray matadors and picadors and toreadors and who do you think as well trotting right behind them came the little white bull how they laughed out loud to see the little white bull trotting round the giant arena with his head up high till the matador in the centre caught his tiny eye charging right up to him went the little white bull charging twice and charging once again the matador cried torro little bull you re not a little bull you re a brave little bull you re gonna be a great little bull the best in spain then the crowd all shouted torro little bull you re not a little bull you re a brave little bull you re gonna be a great little bull the best in spain so if you got a little bull that s a white little bull it s quite possible that it might be the bull that s the best in spain