Quiscaloro

To gather some cash
An old lady invited me
She had two cute little girls
And I liked the situation

We took a nap
Following the path she gave us
The three were ahead
And I was a little behind

Crafty old lady
When one of them stayed behind
She started screaming in a hurry
Like hell

Cash, cash
That time has passed
I quickly forgot about the old lady
But not about the little girls

In an iron pot
She prepared some syrup
The girls peeled them
While I blew on the fire

The old lady went for firewood
One went for water
The other went into the house
Who knows why

The old lady, very cunning
Punished the two
And then, one by one
I comforted them