El Conejo Turista
Cri-Cri
The Tourist Rabbit
With his stick, with his backpack
Comes a rabbit through the wheat field
Animal friend, come here
Hello, rabbit! How are you?
Little rabbit, what's your name
Where are you from? Please tell me
In the coolness, under the branches
We will chat. Come here!
To my little white-tailed friend
On a bench I made him sit
Because the rabbit came from afar
Very tired from walking
-A lettuce is what I want
Said the traveler with excitement
A fresh and tasty lettuce
That's what I want
-Well, I'm sorry, rabbit
It's impossible. What can I do?
My lettuces are made of gold and silver
But they are not for eating
The little rabbit got upset
Turned around and left
Through the wheat fields I hear his voice
Hey rabbit! Go with God!
