The poet Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón
Spends all day playing with the cup-and-ball
With the head inside a crate
A closed crate without holes
The poet Ocorbojón wonders
Why he can't win the cup and ball
He says he can't see anything through the crate
And he never catches the ball
But one day the poet Ocorbojón
Scored in catching the ball
But because of having the head inside the crate
He didn't see it and that's why they call him wanker
And the poet Juan Bojorge Ocorbojón
Never knew he catched the ball
He died and they put him in a crate
A closed crate without holes
Many people accuse the poet Ocorbojón
Of masturbating with a gross method
But those who do that accusation
Wank daily with care
At least the poet Ocorbojón
Scored in catching the ball
And time ago reached to the conclusion
That he doesn't care they call him wanker!