Conejos Panaderos

The morning rabbits
Are the first to wake up
And wiggling their ears, they go
They go to the oven because they like
Working as bakers
Kneading the bread with their paws

Let's see if they give us
For bread, for bread, for bread!
Savoring it is a feast
Pipirín, pipirín, pipirín!

The baker rabbits
Make rolls and little donuts
Because they also use their tails

Very early, still dark
The bakery smells so good
Spreading the aroma of bread

The rabbits, with their hands
With their paws, with their tails
Diligently they are in the flour

Let's see if they give us
For bread, for bread, for bread!
Savoring it is a feast
Pipirín, pipirín, pipirín!

If you like golden bread
Warm and delicate
You must give thanks, you know to whom