I carry my house on my shoulder, I walk without a leg and I mark my footprint with a silver thread.
Snail, col, col, take out the horns in the sun, that your father, your mother also took them out.
Snail, col, col, take out the horns in the sun, that if I don't kill you with José's rod.
Verde, slow, the turtle. He already ate the parsley, the lettuce leaf!
The water, that the bathroom is overflowing!
The water, duck!
And yes, we and the child like to see the silly turtle swimming alone.