Alerte, caballitos!
Master is he of a clumsy craft,
Cranky forward and cranky aft;
A thing of a weird and ogglesome kind,
Cab in the front and 'bus behind.
Alerte, caballitos!
Yet Pablo Puig in his inmost soul
Is fond of his calling, upon the whole;
Many might think it infra dig.,
But there's little of pride in Pablo Puig.