Patolino o Mago

Behold the magician
With his powers
Incredible powers
Under the gaze of the necromancer
The silver ladder will rise
People amazed
With eyes full of power
Cold food will heat up by enchantment
Waving his hands
The hot dog will explode
In the presence of the great magician
The traffic suddenly stops
You can cross the street
With cars stopped in front of you
On TV, channels change
Without leaving the couch
Then he picks up his wand
To recline in the air

Hungry from the last mission
The magician wants a snack
Traces the path of pleasure
To the usual place
He is the magician
The mystical magician