El Infiernito
Usa pañales blindados flexible y aguantadores
De pechera usa un babero y de miel son los chupones
Pistea pura leche nido
Bien helada en biberones
Aparenta los 5 años pero ni acompleta cuatro
Apenas ba a entrar al kinder y trai a todos traumados
Pobresitas las maestras
Le ban hacer los mandados
Es un infiernito andando todo el dia hace travesuras
No se queda un rato quieto con verlo provoca agruras
Y aunque no sale de casa
Pa contar tiene aventuras
Quebra tira y desparpaja todo lo que ba encontrando
Lo que no aplasta se come basura chikles pegados
Parese una aspiradora
No deja nada tirado
Ay te ba tamarindo y para tu sobrinito
Mi tokayito su corridito
Es de muy pocas palabras todavia no sabe hablar
Arregla todo en caliente no entiende que es alegar
El nomas echa mordidas
Pobre el que lo haga enojar
Rompe todo y tira todo ya sean liqudos o polvos
Con un tenedor ba y pica los enchufes I los oyos
Y si se encuentra un plumon
Eso si es la perdision
Agugubaba I adios se despide el infiernito
Traiganle un gerver de frutas y un bibi bien heladito
Chaka chaka chaka chaka aki akaba el corridito
The Little Hell
Wears armored, flexible, and durable diapers
Wears a bib on the chest and pacifiers are honey-filled
Drinks only Nestle milk
Ice-cold in baby bottles
Looks like he's 5 but not even 4 yet
Just about to start kindergarten and has everyone traumatized
Poor teachers
They'll be running his errands
He's a little hell walking, causing mischief all day
He can't stay still for a moment, just looking at him gives you heartburn
And even though he doesn't leave the house
He has adventures to tell
Breaks, throws, and scatters everything he finds
What he doesn't crush, he eats, gum stuck to trash
He's like a vacuum
Leaves nothing behind
He'll give you tamarind and for your little nephew
My little hellion, his little run
He's a man of few words, still doesn't know how to talk
Fixes everything in a rush, doesn't understand what arguing is
He just bites
Pity the one who makes him mad
Breaks everything and throws everything, whether liquids or powders
With a fork, he goes and pokes the outlets and holes
And if he finds a marker
That's truly his downfall
Agugubaba and goodbye, the little hell says goodbye
Bring him a fruit popsicle and a nice cold sippy cup
Chaka chaka chaka chaka, here ends the little run