Drume negrita

Mom, the little black girl,
her feet stick out of the crib
and black Mercé
doesn't know what to do.

You sleep, little black girl,
if you fall asleep I'll make
a crib
that will have a canopy
that will have a bell.

If you sleep
I'll bring you a ripe
mamey.
And if you don't sleep
I'll bring you a slap
that goes smack, smack.