De Cachibu de Cachivaca
Kanqui
From Hodgepodge to Hodgepodge
I have an uncle named Mr. Chips,
He's a poet from head to toe,
He has a somewhat fantastical poem,
He repeats it day and night without stopping.
From hodgepodge, from hodgepodge to mishmash,
Spinach is mashed;
The tie goes around the neck
And the shoes go on the feet.
In this hand I have five fingers
And in this other two and three.
One day my uncle prepared his poem
And without thinking, he entered a contest.
A judge said: This is fantastical,
This poem is the one that will win.
Soon everyone found out
And his poem was a cause of excitement.
