Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
The bull with the delicate ego
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
The heifers all called him, "Amigo!"
Ferdinand, Ferdinand
He'd curtsy and greet them politely.
Now, he knew how to tango
and dance the fandango,
But, he never learned to fight.
There once lived a bull,
a magnificent bull,
in a pasture near old Barsolna.
He'd romp and he'd play,
through the flowers all day,
till he'd smell just like like Olé Colonia
He was gentle and kind
and his "moo" was refined,
which the rest of the bulls resented.
for when he'd start to "moo",
in a moment or two,
He'd have all the cows discontented.
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
The bull with the delicate ego.
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
The heifers all called him, "Amigo!"
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
He'd curtsy and greet them politely.
Now, he knew how to tango,
and dance the fandango
But, he never learned to fight.
Now there once lived a bee,
a magnificent bee,
who was feeling so chalk full of vigor,
that he got out of hand
and stung Ferdinand,
with his sharp, little
thing-a-ma-jigger.
Ferdinand was so hurt,
he was pawing the dirt,
when a bull picador chanced to sight him.
Oh, the picador cried,
as a matter of pride,
"I'll get my Stileto and fight him!"
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
He smiled when the picador picked him.
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
he winked when the picador chased him.
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
he viewed the occasion so lightly.
When the picador missed him,
Why, Ferdinand kissed him
'Cause he never learned to fight!
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
He loved the aroma of flowers.
Ferdinand, Ferdinand,
He'd smell them for hours and hours.
With a rose,
to his nose,
the suddy of nature would call him.
He would sniffle completely
and smell ever so sweetly
but he never learned to fight!
Olé!
Lyrics Submitted by Lyle Skinner