The grass is green

The sky is blue

People think I’m mean

But they don’t got a clue

Since I am a bull

They think I am rough

They only use me to pull

I am not rough I am tough

They use me for fun

They swing a red flag at me

Until I see none

I am never free

They use me to farm

I carry a giant metal thing

Why can’t they carry it with their arms

I wish I had wings

So I can just leave

And finally be free

And after I’m free

I will free others

Free them from their suffering

And then they can free others

And we will all be free

To roam as far as we want

And as much as we need

We are now free