El Infiernito
Porta pañales blindados
Flexibles 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 4
Apenas va a entrar al kinder
Y trae a todos traumados
Pobrecitas las maestras
Le van a hacer los mandados
Es un infiernito andando
Todo el día hace travesuras
No se queda un rato quieto
Con verlo provoca agruras
Y aunque no sale de casa
Pa contar hay aventuras
Quiebra tira y desparpaja
Todo lo que va encontrando
Lo que no aplasta se come
Basura chicles pegados
Parece una aspiradora
No deja nada tirado
Es de muy pocas palabras
Todavía no sabe hablar
Arregla todo en caliente
No entiende que es alegar
El nomás hecha mordidas
Pobre el que lo haga enojar
Rompe todo tira y todo
Ya sea líquidos o polvos
Con un tenedor va y pica
Los enchufes y los hoyos
Y si se encuentra un plumón
Eso si es la perdición
Agugu babai adiós
Se despide el infiernito
Tráiganle un gerber de frutas
Y un bibi bien heladito
Chaka chaka chaka chaka
Aquí acaba el corridito.
The Little Hell
Diaper bags armored
Flexible and enduring
Wears a bib on the chest
And honey pacifiers
Drinks only powdered milk
Ice cold in bottles
Looks like 5 years old
But not even 4 yet
Just about to start kindergarten
And has everyone traumatized
Poor teachers
They'll be running errands for him
He's a little hell on wheels
All day causing mischief
Never stays still for a moment
Just seeing him gives heartburn
And even though he never leaves the house
There are adventures to tell
Breaks, throws, and scatters
Everything he finds
What he doesn't crush, he eats
Trash, stuck gum
He's like a vacuum cleaner
Leaves nothing behind
He speaks very 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 angry
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
Agugu babai goodbye
The little hell says goodbye
Bring him a fruit puree
And a nice cold bottle
Chaka chaka chaka chaka
Here ends the little tale.