Lyrics for “The Story of Ferdinand”

Ferdinand, though he was a little bull, liked to sit quietly among the flowers
His mother worried for him, won’t he skip, run and butt, like the others

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Ferdinand, in only one place was happy
among the wildflowers, sitting quietly
On that day, when you will to choose your course
where are the wildflowers, where is your cork tree

Five men came, wearing funny hats, for a bull, the roughest one
Ferdinand, sat upon a bee, puffed, snorted, jumped and pawed, so he was chosen

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Off to Madrid, the flags were raised
bands, flowered ladies on parade
Fierce Ferdinand, the people cheered
The matador shook with fear

He looked around, saw the flowers and sat down quietly and just smelled
He wouldn’t fight, so they took him home, there he stayed, to this day

Ferdinand, though he was a little bull, liked to sit quietly among the flowers