Por Un Pito Ruin

With a wretched joint, sir,
a young boy was playing,
imitating the birds,
his singing was exquisite.
An old lady with severity
snatched the joint from him,
she also tried
to play the same game,
and being confused
she swallowed the joint.
The old lady opened her mouth,
her eyes wide,
but that cursed joint
kept playing nonstop.
The old lady, half crazy,
unable to exhale it,
I had to slap her
and that's how she started breathing
and the joint ended up singing
in her stomach.
Giving herself some rubs,
some friends said,
you have in your belly
a nest of mice
with lots of twists,
the old lady keeps crying,
lamenting her misfortune
for that pirate joint
that she had in her gut
and still keeps puffing.
She continued down the road,
took a path downhill
and found a shortcut,
coming out of her way.
A fart came
to try to throw it up,
she couldn't untie it
because it was too tight,
and with the forced wind
the joint started puffing again.
Finally, the old lady was pushing,
with an unheard-of strength,
but the damn joint
was banging with force,
singing like a goldfinch,
and as it was necessary,
alarmed the neighborhood
one morning,
and with her butt, the old lady
sang like a canary.