La Familia Polillal
La polilla come lana
De la noche a la mañana
Muerde, come, come y muerde
Lana roja, lana verde
Sentadita en el ropero
Con su plato y su babero
Come lana de color
Con cuchillo y tenedor
Sus hijitos comilones
Tienen cuna de botones
Su marido tan polillo
Balconea en un bolsillo
De repente se avecina
La señora naftalina
Muy oronda la verán
Toda envuelta en celofán
La familia polillal
La espía por un ojal
Y le apunta con la aguja
A la naftalina bruja
Pero don polillo ordena
No la maten, me da pena
Vámonos a otros roperos
A llenarlos de agujeros
Y se van todos de viaje
Con muchísimo equipaje
Las hilachas de una blusa
Y un paquete de pelusa
The Moth Family
The moth eats wool
From night to morning
Bites, eats, eats and bites
Red wool, green wool
Sitting in the wardrobe
With its plate and bib
Eats colored wool
With knife and fork
Their hungry little ones
Have button cribs
Her husband so moth-like
Peeks out from a pocket
Suddenly approaches
Mrs. Mothball
Very plump they'll see her
All wrapped in cellophane
The moth family
Spies on her through a buttonhole
And aims at her with a needle
At the mothball witch
But Mr. Moth orders
Don't kill her, I feel sorry
Let's go to other wardrobes
To fill them with holes
And they all go on a trip
With lots of luggage
The threads of a blouse
And a packet of fluff