Poem: Toro, toro, how are you? Toro, toro, I love you. From your strong hoofs, to stretching neck. You wouldn't kill anything, even if it pecked. Keep me safe, from the howling winds. Most think all demons, were made for sin. Let me cling to your neck, and hold you tight. As you run through the stars, take me away tonight. Even as a demon, one thing to be said and to be true, Toro, toro, I love you.