Give It Horns

Like a buffalo stampede On a march unimpeded By rock nor barrier By lock nor river Chop them into timber Leave then blue and limber Like a freshly uncovered thorn Born hungry for the throne A raging bull into the bullfight Charging matador in a red suit of lights Endure every crushing pain With every tackle, a yard you gain Turn the Sharks into sushi Give it chopsticks like a rice patty Crushed into compost with every blade of grass Unstoppable with each rumbling, accurate pass A bull on the rampage A ball in the try stage Count every drop of sweat Forgive no sins for decent Toast every bloody nose It’s a blue flood they face Sound the victory horn For the blue bloodline A tribute to The Blue Bulls