White bulls have moved the lovely lady Taking her for a ride until she’s quite stir crazy This time John took Europa but it wasn’t quite the same As John was undecided whether to leave or to remain “Don’t go”, pleaded Europa, “We’re better off together” John didn’t really hear her, instead talking about the weather “Time to take it back”, said John, in gusty manner unbending “What do you mean?”, said Europa, not really understanding “You’re part of the family”, she said, “we always have disputes” But John was thinking scenarios for the price of Brussels sproots “You’re too controlling”, yelled John, “I want to be myself” “Forget any favours”, said Europa, “you’re just a great big oaf” Yet with one hoof John held her, in sweet but mixed affection And they dreamt of past and future, in gentle contemplation Round and round John argued, grimacing in the mirror Lowing “stay or go, I just don’t know”, both sideburns quite a quiver And across the sea, Europa pined, to await dear John’s decision With family members quite perturbed about their next position At last the hesitation ended and John came off the rack Out on schedule came his decision with a snicker-snack And in the glass he beheld that he was no longer white One side blue - the other red – from his momentous fight No parity here, the difference true, as clear as A to Z Because his tail waved proudly out and was the colour red Callooh! Callay!, the red half cried in triumph and delight Independence is today, no bullets fired, with our future bright A single tear, like a star, fell from the eye of the other And blue beyond the water, Europa’s hopes did wither The red tail wagged, smeared the blue, and sent the china flying As Europa and John’s 43-year tryst lay in the Channel dying Gentle not, the waves did flow, in each and every direction Heralding the great divorce so all shared the affliction John lay down, a hotchpotch of wrinkles, red and white and blue With mooing over, now there was so little time, with ever so much to do So the moral of this tale is that, when selecting choices and rings Relationships with oneself and others are jolly complicated things
