Escalpelo de la Esperilla

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.”