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
In the waters of the Arlanzón dam
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
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