HERE WE’ RE COMING WITH WORMS

GO TO AND FRO, PALS

This saying came from my friend Zalito

To fishermen who had cast their reeds

Before us

In the waters of the Arlanzón dam

In Burgos

Thinking that the trouts would sting

In our reeds

Where nobody saw them

After walking half a league

And hurting my head.

-Lead down the voice, friend, he said

That some very large trouts are approaching

And you can scare them away.

Yes, a large trout

It seemed to take the bait

But what it did was take out his beak

Out of the water to breathe

Laughing at us

And at our earthworms.

– It’s impossible! Zalito exclaimed

If worms are the best delicacy

For trouts

As are worms from the children’s ass

To the pedophile priests’ mouth¡

Seeing my friend that trouts not sting

We left the place

Coming back to home

Not without first eating in Pineda de la Sierra

Passed more than five hours.

I came back with a lot of grief

Because I lost in the swamp waters

The hook, the thread and the cane.

Fortunately, Zalito is a good man

And penalized me only

With take him on my shoulders

On the way to Pineda de la Sierra

Leaving the car at the entrance of dam

Right in the same place

Where we had left it before.

Walking, he told me:

-You’re lucky, friend

You are going to be the foal

That neighs in this saw.

-Daniel de Culla