Negrito sandia

I will tell you the very sad story
very sad to remember,
about a little black boy
with an angelic face.

But as far as memory goes,
when he learned to speak,
he turned out more foul-mouthed
than a parakeet from the slums.

Little Watermelon
don't say naughty things anymore
Little Watermelon
or I'll tell on you to your aunt.

And while she's about to grab you
I'll search in the drawers
for a notebook to write down
the beatings she's going to give you.

With the stick she uses
the punishment horrifies you.
And after the beating
I'll die laughing.

Little Watermelon
stop saying naughty things
Or you'll see, Or you'll see.

And the story continues here,
so sad to repeat,
about that lovely little black boy
like a cherub.

For his behavior
I gave him advice,
and like a good ingrate
he kept them in a sock.

Little Watermelon (waves)
when you say silly things (so ugly)
and a crazy little snake
comes out of your mouth with a bang.

The day you come of age,
and you appear in society,
you'll be rude and discourteous
when arguing with a marquis.

Because following your custom
you'll speak with fire.
Moreover, willingly,
they'll throw you out the window.

Little Watermelon
don't say rude things anymore.
Or you'll see. Or you'll see.