El Corrido Del Infiernito

The Little Hell's Ballad

He wears armored diapers
Flexible and resistant
He wears a bib on his chest and honey pacifiers
He drinks pure ice-cold powdered milk in baby bottles

He looks like he's 5 but not even 4 yet
He's just about to start kindergarten and has everyone traumatized
Poor teachers, they'll be running errands for him

He's a little hellion, causing mischief all day long
He never stays still for a moment
Just looking at him gives you heartburn
And even though he doesn't leave the house
He has plenty of adventures to tell

He breaks, throws, and scatters everything he finds
What he doesn't crush, he eats
Trash, stuck gum
He's like a vacuum, leaves nothing behind

And here comes tamarind, for your little nephew
My little hellion, his little ballad

He's a man of few words, still doesn't know how to speak
He fixes everything in a rage, doesn't understand what arguing is
He just bites
Pity the one who makes him angry

He breaks everything, throws everything, whether liquids or powders
With a fork, he pokes the plugs and the holes
And if he finds a marker
That's the real trouble

Goo goo gaga and goodbye says the little hellion
Bring him a fruit puree and a nice cold bottle
Chaka chaka chaka chaka, here ends the little ballad