El Abuelo Frederick

He has a white beard, six fingers on each hand,
a mansion with an orchard and a ranch full of pigs.

It's our grandfather Frederick, with his dog Takasmin,
I'm going to tell you the story of the parsley joints.

In Grandfather's house, very strange things were seen,
the insomnia of a spider and a parrot vomiting frogs.
Sometimes we go to the countryside and he takes the bollere,
seasons with takacmina makes two joints at once.

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That old man, every morning
plants parsley under his bed.

Then he looks for the takacninas
in the deepest walls of the mines.

Grandpa drank glasses of sweaty bull juice,
and the war began between tomatoes and turnips.
This was in his orchard, which is uncontrollable,
the watermelons release juice and the asparagus tomato seeds.

Bombing inside the orchard,
and even the pigs lost respect for him.
Tomato-faced rabbit,
here come the hippies and they make you look like a bumpkin!

Bombing inside the orchard,
peppers grow in the grandfather's beard.
Mr. camper, black chickpea,
they steal your lettuces and treat you like a dog.

And Grandpa says he has a corner,
to set up a store and sell takacninas.
And Grandpa says he's going to make war,
he's going to hit sticks even if he pulls out his herbs.
... And he does nothing!