Un Libro No Es Lo Que Ves

Uncle Gutenberg all the time
Read books without stopping
His library had to be admired
With him I knew beautiful stories
When I could tell them
And today I will share the wisdom of a special bibliophile

He said a book is not what you see
Just look closely at the cover
Because behind what it covers is revealed
That the thief can be king
In the title there is a plan
And if you read between the lines there is more
It's not enough to see it to understand
The cover is fine, but a book is not what you see

Mary Poppins, can you give us an example?
Yes, of course

Nellie Rubina was made of wood
But it must be said
Although her trunk was firm
It was soft at the root
When Mr. Walnut saw her flowers bloom
He planted himself next to her
And now there are shoots everywhere

It proves to us a book is not what you see
Just look closely at the cover
Because behind what it covers is revealed
That the thief can be king
In the title there is a plan
And if you read between the lines there is more
It's not enough to see it to understand
The cover is fine, but a book is not what you see

Shall we sing about the opulent widow?
Oh, of course
I always liked that one
Well, I'm listening

Lady Hyacinth McCall moved with her treasures
To a place where she dressed
With two feathers and a flower
And since nothing is stolen from those who bring nothing
If you arrived in the world as you are
What you possess you will keep

Oh, a book is not what you see
Just look closely at the cover
Because behind what it covers is revealed
That the thief can be king
Taru-ra-li taru-ra-la
Taru-ra-li tara-ta-ta
It's not enough to see it to understand
Ya-da-da-da
The cover is fine, but a book is not what you see

Now sing to us about the dirty rogue, what do you say?
Don't you think it's too long?
Then, I would say, just start

Once upon a time, in a tale turned upside down
In a castle a king found himself secluded
Because he never went to school and learned nothing
He had a king's scepter and a royal entourage
But he lived in pain, what a horror!
Because he never knew how to subtract, add, or write
His crown was immense and his brain tiny

The queen of the realm proclaimed to all
To send teachers to minors and adults, to the best
And she went to the hairdressers
And they came from the south and the north as well
From school they transmitted their knowledge to the good king
But he did not learn and condemned the teachers
And the queen on the bridge placed their heads
So it happened, and to each widow it was announced that she was left without a husband

But one day a rogue arrived singing to the king
Saying I am the dirty rogue, and I will be the teacher
And the queen hesitated, because she hated the jester
But what he showed is something wise I say
If you appreciate what you have you will find happiness
Never try to be what you are not and will never be

The king saw and sang, and discovered a friend
He understood his great fortune and this tale ended
The moral is do not let the exterior guide you
It's not the final opinion
Although, if it's Dr. Jekyll, I'll run better, what a tremor
The truth has no choice
And I say it without fear
What counts and what matters is the precious interior

Hey
He did it!

Oh, a book is not what you see
Just look closely at the cover
Because behind what it covers is revealed
That the thief can be king
Please listen to us very well
And open a book once
Again we ask for your interest
Sing as well
A book is not
It's not what you see
A book is not
Learn it well
The cover is fine, but a book is not what you see
(Taru-ra-li taru-ra-la)
(Taru-ra-li taru-ra-la)
(Taru-ra-li taru-ra-la, la, la!)