My poor lil'guacamaya
Ah how sorry I am!
Ah how sorry I am!
My poor lil'guacamaya
The dragonfruits ran out
now really what will you eat?
My poor lil'guacamaya
Ah how sorry I am!
[Chorus:]
Fly, fly, fly,
as I once flew
till I was imprisoned
missie just for you
One guacamaya look
turning red told him:
Let's head for the land
to get through the season
(chorus)