El Abejorro Mostachón
Cri-Cri
The Mustachioed Bumblebee
The mustachioed bumblebee
Bloodthirsty and mustachioed
He hid behind
An alcatraz
Eager to sting
The mustachioed bumblebee
Sharpening his sting
Decided to wait
For soon
Someone would have to pass
Along the flower-strewn path
Mr. Cricket
With Goldilocks
Were talking about you
And as they turned the corner
In front of the meadow
Of the alcatraz
He emerged from behind
And quietly
The vile bandit
With a mustache
What a fright they had!
They hugged each other
Trembling in fear of the sting
Poor Goldilocks
Cried in terror
Before the appearance of the mustachioed one
Run, run quickly!
Run to both of them!
Run, run quickly!
He wants to sting us
Run, run quickly!
Run faster!
Run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
Run, run quickly!
Run to both of them!
Run, run quickly!
He wants to sting us
Run, run quickly!
Run faster!
Run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run
