Keyshawn jumped over the fence into farmer Harris' field.
Because of a watermelon that he wanted to steal.
He had watermelon juice all over his face.
After eating it, he was plenty full.
Keyshawn was so relaxed from eating the watermelon.
That he almost missed seeing farmer Harris' prized black bull.

Farmer Harris' bull charged after him.
And he lit out for the fence.
The tip of the bull's horn pierced his butt.
As he was just getting back over the fence.
And the pain caused him to wince.

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