Voy a llevar,
a mi brócoli a pasear,
es una verdura especial
que necesita sol para el verde conservar.
Salimos del hogar,
en el prado nos vamos a sentar,
ojalá no llegue la polilla,
que le coquetea sin medida.
Y como si la hubiera invitado,
llega la polilla con su encanto,
se lleva mi brócoli que se está bronceado
y yo me quedo callada mirando.
Se fue, el brócoli se fue,
llega a acompañarme una amiga fiel,
la hoja verde,
de una mata a la que agua le eche.
I'm going to take my broccoli for a walk, my broccoli for a walk, it is a special vegetable that needs the sun to keep it green.
We leave home, in the meadow we are going to sit down, I hope the moth doesn't arrive, it flirts with her without measure.
And as if I had invited her, the moth arrives with her charm, she takes my broccoli that is tanning and I stand quietly watching.
She is gone, the broccoli is gone, a faithful friend arrives to accompany me, the green leaf, from a bush that I have watered.
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Stopmotion y cuento original de
Margarita Palomino
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