Juanito Laguna Ayuda a Su Madre
Nacido en un malvón
Le hicieron el pañal
Con media hoja de "clarín".
Su barrio de latón
Le dio para jugar
Los cuentos de una fea
Caperucita rea.
Juanito que es rabón,
Que es bueno como el pan,
A veces come su bondad.
Y aguanta sin beber,
Sabiendo cuánta sed
Da el agua de la inundación.
Caracol, caracol
Tan chiquito y tenaz,
Con la cuna a cuestas,
Arroró sin sol,
Juanito ayuda a su mamá.
Pichón de varón;
Corazón, corazón
De pulgarcito de arrabal,
Baldea y viene y va
Y si ella al fin le pide el sol,
Juanito cruza el mar
En un jabón de lavar.
Por la noche, mamá
Le da un dulce jornal
De mil besos
Y lo hace dormir.
"larará, larará,
Larará, larará.
Dormíte juanito,
Ya me olvidarás,
Juanito laguna,
Cuando seas juan".
Juanito Laguna Helps His Mother
Born in a shantytown
They made his diaper
With half a page of the 'Daily News'.
His neighborhood of tin
Gave him to play
The tales of an ugly
Naughty Little Red Riding Hood.
Juanito, who is stubborn,
Who is good as bread,
Sometimes eats his kindness.
And endures without drinking,
Knowing how much thirst
The water from the flood gives.
Snail, snail
So tiny and tenacious,
With the cradle on his back,
Lullaby without sun,
Juanito helps his mom.
Little boy;
Heart, heart
Of a little Thumbelina from the slums,
He hoses and comes and goes
And if she finally asks him for the sun,
Juanito crosses the sea
In a bar of soap.
At night, mom
Gives him a sweet wage
Of a thousand kisses
And makes him sleep.
'Larará, larará,
Larará, larará.
Sleep Juanito,
You will forget me,
Juanito Laguna,
When you become Juan'.