LA MULA
Yo tenía una mula Mañosa la condená me hacía seña con el rabo y relinchaba pa tras.
Me pelaba sus grandes dientes como riendo de verdad y de reojo me decía vente pa acá majestad.
Cuando sacaba el chaparro me volteaba la mirá y se quedaba quietecita como perra dominá.
Con el chaparro en la mano lo agitaba para pinchar a esa mula grosera que lo que quería es jugá.
Conmigo no juega mula ni burrita del pajal menos una yegua loca que me venga a regañal.
Yo las pongo derechitas solo con un gritar échate pa allá mula loca tu tienes que respetá.
La mulita corcovea cuando me ve por allá y al enseñarle el chaparro conmigo no quiere ná.
THE MULE
I had a nasty mule, the damned thing, she would signal me with her tail and whinny back and forth.
She would bare her big teeth as if she were really laughing and out of the corner of her eye, she would say Come here, Your Majesty.
When I took out the horse, she would turn her gaze to me and stay very still like a dominant dog.
With the horse in her hand, I would wave it to provoke that rude mule who only wanted to play.
No mule plays with me, nor a donkey from the hayloft, much less a crazy mare who comes to scold me.
I make them stand straight just by shouting Get over here, crazy mule You have to respect me.
The little mule bucks when she sees me over there, and when I show her the horse, she wants nothing to do with me.
