Lyrics of La Familia Polilla - María Elena Walsh

La Familia Polilla (original)

La polilla come lana
De la noche a la mañana
Muerde y come, come y muerde
Lana roja, lana verde
Sentadita en el ropero
Con su plato y su babero
Come lana de color
Con cuchillo y tenedor
Sus hijitos comilones
Tienen cuna de botones
Su marido don Polillo
Balconea en un bolsillo
De repente se avecina
La señora Naftalina
Muy oronda la verán
Toda envuelta en celofán
La familia polillal
La espía por un ojal
Y le apunta con la aguja
A la Naftalina bruja
Pero don Polillo ordena:
Vámonos a otros roperos
A llenarlos de agujeros
Y se van todos de viaje
Con muchísimo equipaje:
Las hilachas de una blusa
Y un paquete de pelusa

(translation)

The moth eats wool
From overnight
Bite and eat, eat and bite
Red wool, green wool
sitting in the closet
With his plate and his bib
eat colored wool
With knife and fork
His gluttonous children
They have a cradle of buttons
Her husband hers Don Polillo
Balcony in a pocket
Suddenly she looms
Mrs. Naphthalene
They will see her very plump
All wrapped in cellophane
the moth family
The spy by a buttonhole
And she points the needle at him
To the witch mothballs
But Don Polillo orders:
Let's go to other closets
To fill them with holes
And they all go on a trip
With a lot of baggage:
The shreds of a blouse
And a pack of fluff