THE MAD BULL

by: Sara Coleridge (1802-1852)

HE Borodale Bull is a comical fellow,
He lives among hills where the echoes resound;
Whenever he bellows the rocks seem to bellow--
They say he goes mad with the mimicking sound.

Be wiser, my boy, than the Borodale bully,
Regard not the mocks of a vain empty fool;
By silence and calmness you baffle him fully,
You ne'er will run mad if you keep yourself cool.

"The Mad Bull" is reprinted from Pretty Lessons in Verse for Good Children. Sare Coleridge. London: John W. Parker, 1839.

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