Gracias Cri Cri

Yesterday I dreamed of a military parade
And I saw the five vowels marching
And behind, ants with umbrellas
Lifting their skirts to be able to jump
Then, a cowboy mouse
Pulling his hat ready to shoot

Thanks Cri Cri, the kids come here
Thanks Cri Cri, to give you thanks

I dreamed of three little pigs
And I saw, with growing emotion, that then
With their polka dot shawl, came the little foot, moving backwards
And finally, a broken doll, with her gaze denoting humble simplicity

Thanks Cri Cri, the kids come here
Thanks Cri Cri, to give you thanks

I dreamed of a wardrobe full of tinsel
And I saw, a grandfather who was a colonel
There, grandma with her key, and the serious look talking to me about him
And I saw, the unimaginable,
Until reaching the saber he used in the barracks

Thanks Cri Cri, the kids come here
Thanks Cri Cri, to give you thanks