Let's have a big hand folks for this bull riding man
Teen Topping, a name known throughout the land

Fearless is he of the meanest bull and big as a tower
No bull is a match for him, this man of the hour

Stand up and cheer folks for this bow legged critter
Eight seconds on a bull doesn't give him the jitters

The courage within him for riding bulls is absolute
With cocky stride he walks towards the bucking chute

Mamma he whispers softly under his breath in prayer
Don't let him buck me off mamma it won't be fair

Need rosin on your glove king of bull riding champs?
Calls Ty, a friend, Teeny smiles yes, saying thanks

Tighter on the bull rope he motions to Tuff
Tuff keeps tightening until Teeny says. Enough!

Lowering himself onto the critter and putting up his hand
Teeny with contempt looks at the bull then up to the stand

Open went the gate and deep raked Teeny's rowels
As he kept raking the old bull he thought Holy Cow!

Oh, Mamma, this old bull's the best and sure can buck
Please Lord he mutters don't let him change my luck

The bull's head went left then turned to the right
Went into a spin and kept twirling, God! What a sight

Keep spinning, mutters teeny, spurring with all his might
I'll churn you to butter and melt away all your fight

The grand stand was roaring wild as Teeny was riding loose
Teeny muttered I'll tame you, old bull, same as I did my cayuse

The bull did not let up as Teen thought of his honey
Four more seconds, sweetheart and I'm in the money

The bull stopped and turned in another direction fast
The roaring stand went wild thinking God! Will Teeny last

The bull then bellowed and it sounded like a laugh
As Teeny flew through the air causing a strong draft

Into the stands he went on top of his cousins
Who were cheering him proudly there by the dozens

The bull bellowed loudly at the sound of the horn
Gleeful to have Teen's honor, embarrassingly, shorn

Is your middle name Casey? The bull bellowed loudly
As Teeny climbed down from the stand un-proudly

I had a ball the bull bellowed gleeful, with you at the bat
Next time I'll really let you fly and make you scat

Teeny no longer rides bulls but is still Man of The Hour
Raising roses and winning prizes for the show's best flower

Teeny Topping is his name at flower shows still big as a tower
Still called the Man of the Hour, sitting proudly in rose bower

An intellectual now reading a book entitled "Casey at the Bat"
Not worrying about some old broken down bull making him scat

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