Jicote Aguamielero
La reina de las abejas
Estaba en el panal
Y le dijeron regia majestad
Alguien le quiere hablar
Cortado entró el jicote
Humilde de condición
Pero ilusionado de pedir
Pedirle su corazón
Parece, parece que no sabe
No sabe con quien habla
Igualado bigotón
¡Soy la reina, la reina por bonita!
Y un jicote aguamielero
No cuadra con mi amor
Silencio quedó el jicote
Con tanta humillación
A la orgullosa reina del panal
Así le contestó
Leí que éramos iguales
Asegún la constitución
La sociedad sin clases la creí
Pero ya vió que no
Y el jicote aguamielero
Con bigotes de aguacero
Rezumbando regresó a su maguey
Sin rubores en la frente
Porque ultimadamente
A la sombra de las pencas es el rey
La reina de las abejas
Estaba libando miel
Y una de sus obreras le gritó
Ahí está de nuevo aquel
Mandando cerrar la puerta
La reina se le negó
Porque su afán es que se ha de casar
Con un emperador
Parece, parece que no sabe
No sabe con quien trata
Ese prieto barrigón
¡Soy la reina, la reina por bonita!
Y un jicote aguamielero
No cuadra con mi amor
Fruncido quedó el jicote
Arqueandose de dolor
Y en su pesar cantando el infeliz
Así se despidió
Adiós reinecita hermosa, ¡ay!, que me trató tan mal
Pero asegún las leyes del país
Aquí todos son igual
Y el jicote aguamielero
Con bigotes de aguacero
Rezumbando regresó a su maguey
Sin rubores en la frente
Porque ultimadamente
A la sombra de las pencas es el rey
The Agave Beetle
The queen of the bees
Was in the hive
And they told her royal majesty
Someone wants to speak to you
The humble agave beetle entered
Humble by condition
But excited to ask
Ask for her heart
It seems, it seems he doesn't know
Doesn't know who he's talking to
With his big mustache
I'm the queen, the queen because I'm pretty!
And an agave beetle
Doesn't fit with my love
Silent remained the agave beetle
With so much humiliation
To the proud queen of the hive
This is how he replied
I read that we were equals
According to the constitution
I believed in a classless society
But now I see it's not true
And the agave beetle
With rain mustaches
Buzzing returned to his maguey
Without shame on his forehead
Because ultimately
In the shade of the agave leaves he is the king
The queen of the bees
Was sipping honey
And one of her workers shouted
There's that one again
Ordering to close the door
The queen refused
Because her desire is to marry
An emperor
It seems, it seems she doesn't know
Doesn't know who she's dealing with
That dark, pot-bellied one
I'm the queen, the queen because I'm pretty!
And an agave beetle
Doesn't fit with my love
The agave beetle frowned
Bowing in pain
And in his sorrow the unhappy one sang
This is how he bid farewell
Goodbye, beautiful little queen, oh, how badly you treated me
But according to the laws of the country
Here everyone is equal
And the agave beetle
With rain mustaches
Buzzing returned to his maguey
Without shame on his forehead
Because ultimately
In the shade of the agave leaves he is the king