The Walker Tadpole

The frog's son, rinrin tadpole,

left this morning so taut and so nice

with crop pants, tie in style,

curb hat and wedding's leather jacket.

"boy, don't go out!" yelled mom,

but he did her an expression and smug he left.

Drawing by Gado

He found in the road a neighbor mouse,

and said to him: "Friend! come with me, 

visite together to Mrs. Mouse 

there will be spread and there will be big meal".

Shortly after they arrived and the mouse advanced, 

stretch out the neck, take the large knocker,

give two or three knocks, inside ask: "Who is?"

"Me, Mrs. Mouse, I kiss your feet"

"Are you at home?" - "Yes sir, I am, 

and I celebrate a lot see you today,

I was in my trade, spinning cotton,

but it doesn't matter, welcome!".

They made the salut, they shook their hands,

and said Ratico, who is senior:

"My friend, the green one long for hot,

give him a beer, do me the favor".

While the imp dring the mug,

Mrs. ordered to bring the guitar,

and ask to the tadpole to sing

some cheerful verses and elegant tune.

"Ow! I would love to do it,

but is impossible make you happy now,

I have the gullet more dry that burlap,

and is too tight this new clothes".

"I'm so sorry, reply rat aunt,

loosen up a little your vest and tie,

and meanwhile I sing you

a special song".

Being in this amazing dance and beer performance

guitar and song,

the cat and its cats jump from the threshold,

and become it in the final judgment.

Drawing by Gado

Mrs. old cat carved for the ear

to the boy Ratico meowed: "hi!"

and the little cats to the old rat

one in the paw and other in the tail.

Seeing this storming,

Mr. tadpole took his hat, gave an enormour leap,

and opened the door with hand and nose,

he went out giving to everyone "goodnight".

He continued leaping so high and quickly,

that he lost his hat, ripped his shirt,

he sneaked in the mouth of a glutton duck

and this bloated him in a single pull.

And thus conclude one, two and three,

Mr. mouse, Mrs. mouse and the tadpole then,

the cats eat and the duck had dinner,

and mom frog stayed alone.

Tale by Rafael Pombo

Simon the silly

Simon the silly called to the baker: 

Let's see the cake, I want to taste it!

-Of course! said the baker, but before I want to see the fourth with you will pay it

The good Simon searched on his pocket and said:

Really! I don't have anyone

Simon the silly likes fish

And he wants to become a fisherman too,

And he wastes time on sitting,

fishing on the pail of Leonor mom.

Simon made a snow cake

And roast it in the ember the starving,

But the small cake melted soon,

And he put out the ember and he ate nothing.

Drawing by Gado

Simon saw some thistles carrying plums

And said: That's good! I'm going to take them.

But worse that needles and spur's tips

Them made him jump, whistle and bite.

He washed him with polish to black shoes

Because his mom didn't give him soap,

And when the cats catch the mice

He scared the cat shouting: Mouse!

Milking one day the painted cow

He clenched the tail instead the teat;

And here the cow gave him a kick

That Mr. Simon danced as a whipping top.

And he fell down mounted on the calf

And Mrs. calf get angry too

And there you are! ... another leap and anothe kick

and two rolls around in a flash.
He rode on a donkey that found in the market

And went happy to hunt deers,

Flew for the streets without see any deer,

Fell head over the stones and the donkey fled.

To buy a filet Taita Lucio send him,

And he brought it at home with great preventive mesasure

Hanging to the tail of a grey horse

To arrive taintless and tasteful.

Barely beginning to stick the ice

Simon the silly went to skate,

When suddenly the ground break up

And he shouts: drown me! Come to help me!

Drawing by Gado

Climbing a tree to steal a nest,

The small cottage of a singing black bird,

The tree break off, Simon gives a yell,

And he fell in a bad smell well

He watches a duck, he aims it, he fires the blunderbuss:

And coming back at home; he said to dad:

Taita I cannot kill a bird

Because when I shot, it gets frightened and it flies.

Seeing a sauce boat full of mustard

He drinks a gulp thinking it was honey,

 And he started to rave

With a huge tonge and carnation eyes.

He watched a pile of land that obstruct the steps

Some people ask: What we are going to do here?

Fools said the child, solving the case,

Dig a big hole and put it there

Send him by water and he went flying

Carrying the fishing net to put it in

So bring the good Simon

His picturesque and loyal story will continue.

Tale by Rafael Pombo