A few called me Bull.
One qualified it to Grumpy Bull.
For many I was a paradox:
A cute, angry, young man.
While still big, I am neither Grumpy,
Nor cute and
Certainly not "young".
So Bullspeak,
The rumblings, no longer bellows,
(and of course, when not bull****ing),
Of an older, wiser, pragmatic Bull.