Denis Lehane: Rosemead Korona, my dream bull

Rosemead Korona, my lovely boy, a champion so revered,

And when you ventured to foreign lands, more glories you did chase,

Crowned next in Europe, and then the world, where you almost came top place,

You’re famous now, all over the land, a leader in your field,

A bull in a million, it has to be said, your immorality sealed.

And so it was to the Summer Show, I came and knelt at your feet.

A humble farmer with cap in hand, you made my day complete.

No wonder then when I got home, I was said to mutter,

‘Twas the day of the bull, my darling dear, now where the hell’s my supper?

And so to bed I next did go, to sleep, perchance to dream,

But alas, I was in for a nasty shook, for all was not as it seemed,

Rosemead Korona, my lovely boy, I couldn’t sleep that night.

For thoughts of you filled my head, I was alert until daylight.

And when in the end I dozed off, the dreams came thick and fast.

I dreamt of you, the best bull of all, from the future and the past.

And then to the mart, my dream did go and Korona did appear,

Up for sale, it surely was the cattle mart of the year.

After outbidding all before me, ‘twas really down to two,

Between meself and the airplane guy, surrounded by his cabin crew.

“Mick,” says I, “I’ll best you yet, I’ll match any bid you throw.”

And from his head I could see the beads of sweat begin to show.

The ball was in my court now, I felt this was my time,

One more bid could seal the deal, more money I had to find.

So rooting through my pockets then, I came across a twenty.

“Ha, ” says I, “Lehane old stock, that amount should be plenty.”

So I raised my hand one last time and off the bidding did go,

And in the end when I bettered O’Leary, the tears from his eyes did flow.

Rosemead Korona, my lovely boy, I now was over the moon,

So into my cattle box you did go, the bull would be home soon.

And on my return my cows were excited, when I finally opened the gate,

My herd back home couldn’t believe their eyes, they finally had a mate.

And what a mate my five cows had, a champion in every way,

They were in for a good afternoon I guessed, so in I went for the tay.

And later on when I stepped out, to catch up with the fun,

Alas, I found an empty field, Korona was on the run.

“Oh God,” I roared, with no trace of him, what was I to do?

I couldn’t even begin to think, I didn’t have a clue.

But then I noticed the pallet in the corner, once so firm and erect,

Was blown aside by a puck from a head, Korona the chief suspect.

So onto the road I did run, to see if there was any sign,

Of the Champion bull called Korona, set adrift on the Bantry Line.

From Béal na Bláth to Coppeen village, my search it took me far.

With only a stick for company, and the occasional old jar.

10 miles from home, between a herd of cows, enjoying a bit of new pasture,

I spotted Korona, my wayward bull, my dream was now a disaster.

Rosemead Korona, my lovely boy, oh how I hated you now,

I feared every neighbour would be calling to say that you had bulled their cow.

The cost for sure it would be great, the harm it was profound,

Oh how I wished I’d never bought you, you big old dark haired clown.

Then came the news that 30 cows, or more, had been there by your side,

Korona you hoor, my bull from hell, I sat there and I cried.

But then came the story that would cheer me up, no complaints would be made,

In fact the farmers were so delighted, they insisted that I be paid,

For the bull that did the damage was the greatest bull in town,

And no farmer would have a problem if Korona called around.

My dream it finished there, with nothing more to say,

Only that Korona the champion bull really made my day.

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