Never once in Escalpelo
Did I ever meet a fellow
Speaking Spanish with a cello
In his lap.
There’s that time is Esperilla,
I was drinkin’ Sarsaparilla,
When I met Sir Gasparilla
With his cap.
That’s when he waved his E-sp-a-da,
Said he was from south Grenada,
Where his Mum made empanadas,
Rolled in fat.
“Ah, that dear sweet Señorita,
(Her family named her Rita)
Who often cooked frittatas,
While I napped.”
Now I must end this sad cuento,
It’s my final sweet memento,
Not worth a fake centavo,
Or a scrap.
Like that time in Sausalito,
When I met Judge Sam Alito,
As he traveled incognito,
Singing “Rap.”
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