El Infiernito

Wears armored, flexible, and durable diapers
Wears a bib on the chest and pacifiers are honey-filled
Drinks only Nestle milk
Ice-cold in baby bottles

Looks like he's 5 but not even 4 yet
Just about to start kindergarten and has everyone traumatized
Poor teachers
They'll be running his errands

He's a little hell walking, causing mischief all day
He can't stay still for a moment, just looking at him gives you heartburn
And even though he doesn't leave the house
He has adventures to tell

Breaks, throws, and scatters everything he finds
What he doesn't crush, he eats, gum stuck to trash
He's like a vacuum
Leaves nothing behind

He'll give you tamarind and for your little nephew
My little hellion, his little run

He's a man of 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 mad

Breaks everything and throws everything, whether liquids or powders
With a fork, he goes and pokes the outlets and holes
And if he finds a marker
That's truly his downfall

Agugubaba and goodbye, the little hell says goodbye
Bring him a fruit popsicle and a nice cold sippy cup
Chaka chaka chaka chaka, here ends the little run