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.