I say to my grandson,
Mateo, Mateo.
De todos los ninos,
Quien es el mas bello?
I say to my grandson,
Yo creo, yo creo.
Que de todos los ninos,
Mateo es mas bello.
When he gets covered up,
Y ya no lo veo.
I say to my daughter,
No miro a Mateo.
My grandson is two months old,
And his name is Mateo.
Y de todos los ninos,
El es el mas bello.
2/10/11 Alton Texas
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