Don Enrique Del Meñique
Ni dormido ni despierto
Como todas las mañanas
Don Enrique del Meñique
Tiene ganas, muchas ganas
De tomar su desayuno
Con catorce mediaslanas
Don Enrique tiene casa
Con muchísimos jardines
Y por entre sus rosales
Se pasea con patines
Pero ¡ay! Esa mañana
Se enganchó los pantalines
Se imaginan qué porrazo
Se imaginan qué caída
Allí cerca lo esperaba
Una mesa bien servida
Don Enrique, de nariz
Se cayó en la mermelida
Don Enrique pataleaba
¡Los bomberos, accidente!
Nadie, nadie lo escuchaba
Pero en el balcón de enfrente
Atraído por los gritos
Asomase un elefente
Estiró bien la trompita
Tras las rejas de su cucha
Pero el pobre era tan miope
Que después de mucha lucha
En lugar de don Enrique
Levantó la cucarucha
Pero al fin llegó el bombero
Todo envuelto en una cinta
Lo que había en su manguera
No era agua, sino tinta
Y empuñaba, en vez del hacha
Un dorado sacapinta
Don Enrique of the Pinky Finger
Neither asleep nor awake
Like every morning
Don Enrique of the Pinky Finger
Is eager, very eager
To have his breakfast
With fourteen half-loaves
Don Enrique has a house
With many gardens
And among his rose bushes
He skates around
But oh! That morning
He got his pants caught
Imagine what a bump
Imagine what a fall
There nearby awaited him
A well-served table
Don Enrique, with his nose
Fell into the jam
Don Enrique was kicking
The firefighters, an accident!
Nobody, nobody heard him
But on the balcony across
Attracted by the screams
A elephent appeared
He stretched out his trunk
Through the bars of his kennel
But the poor thing was so nearsighted
That after much struggle
Instead of Don Enrique
He lifted the cockroach
But finally the firefighter arrived
All wrapped in a ribbon
What was in his hose
Was not water, but ink
And he wielded, instead of an axe
A golden pencil sharpener