Juanito Laguna Ayuda a Su Madre
Horacio Ferrer
Juanito Laguna Helps His Mother
Born in a shantytown
They made his diaper
With half a page of the 'Daily News'.
His neighborhood of tin
Gave him to play
The tales of an ugly
Naughty Little Red Riding Hood.
Juanito, who is stubborn,
Who is good as bread,
Sometimes eats his kindness.
And endures without drinking,
Knowing how much thirst
The water from the flood gives.
Snail, snail
So tiny and tenacious,
With the cradle on his back,
Lullaby without sun,
Juanito helps his mom.
Little boy;
Heart, heart
Of a little Thumbelina from the slums,
He hoses and comes and goes
And if she finally asks him for the sun,
Juanito crosses the sea
In a bar of soap.
At night, mom
Gives him a sweet wage
Of a thousand kisses
And makes him sleep.
'Larará, larará,
Larará, larará.
Sleep Juanito,
You will forget me,
Juanito Laguna,
When you become Juan'.
