Negrito Sandía

I will tell you the story
Very sad to remember
About a little black boy
With an angelic face

But as memory serves
When he learned to speak
He turned out more foul-mouthed
Than a parakeet from the slums

Little watermelon
Don't say naughty things anymore
Little watermelon
Or I'll tell on you to your aunt

And while she's coming to get you
I'll search in the drawers
For a notebook to write down
The beatings she'll give you

With the stick she uses
The punishment horrifies you
And after the beating
I'll die laughing

Little watermelon
Don't say naughty things anymore
Or you'll see, or you'll see

And the story continues
So sad to repeat
About that lovely little black boy
Like a cherub

For his behavior
I gave him advice
And like a good ingrate
He kept them in a sock

Little watermelon (you're seasick)
When you say silly things (so ugly)
And a crazy little snake
Pops out of your mouth

The day you come of age
If you appear in society
You'll be rude and discourteous
When arguing with a marquis

Because following your custom
You'll speak with fire
And gladly
They'll throw you out the window

Little watermelon
Don't say rude things anymore
Or you'll see. Or you'll see