Don Enrique Del Meñique

Neither asleep nor awake
Like every morning
Don Enrique of the Pinky Finger
Is eager, very eager
To have his breakfast
With fourteen half-loaves

Don Enrique has a house
With many gardens
And among his rose bushes
He skates around
But oh! That morning
He got his pants caught

Imagine what a bump
Imagine what a fall
There nearby awaited him
A well-served table
Don Enrique, with his nose
Fell into the jam

Don Enrique was kicking
The firefighters, an accident!
Nobody, nobody heard him
But on the balcony across
Attracted by the screams
A elephent appeared

He stretched out his trunk
Through the bars of his kennel
But the poor thing was so nearsighted
That after much struggle
Instead of Don Enrique
He lifted the cockroach

But finally the firefighter arrived
All wrapped in a ribbon
What was in his hose
Was not water, but ink
And he wielded, instead of an axe
A golden pencil sharpener