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