El Infiernito
Calibre 50
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.
