Twas the night before deadlines, when all
through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
mouse.
A box was put by the front door with care,
In hopes that #Bullman soon would be there.
The students were nestled all snug in their
beds,
While visions of freedom dance in their
heads.
Hot water bottle were made, all stuggled
and warm
Had just settled our brains, which was not
the norm.
When out on the road there arose such a
clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the
matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and threw up the
blinds.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
rain,
Gave a wet sodden lustre to objects in
vain.
When, what to my wondering eyes should
appear,
But a miniature milk float, which soon
became clear.
With a tired student driver, and a Red Bull
can,
I knew in a moment it must be #Bullman.
More rapid than bulls his coursers they
came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called
them by name!
“Now Silver! Now, Blue! Now, Red and
Original!
Now drink up your Red Bull, as it gives you
wings!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the
wall!
Now fly away! Fly way! Flay away all!”
He sprang to his milk float, to his team
gave a whistle,
And away they all drove like the down of a
thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out
of sight,
“Happy #Bullman to all, and to all a
good-night!”
Apologies for my rubbish iPhone photos
