Conejos Panaderos

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

Let's see if they give us
For bread, for bread, for bread!
Savoring is a feast
Pimpirín, pimpirín, pimpirín!

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

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

The rabbits, with their paws
With their hands, with their tails
Busy in the flour
They are

Let's see if they give us
For bread, for bread, for bread!
Savoring is a feast
Pimpirín, pimpirín, pimpirín!

If you like golden bread
Warm and delicate
Thanks you must give, you know
To whom