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!”