Manuel, Manuel, let's go, get up, the school is here, come on, let's go. The school is here, you didn't even know that I was taking you, or did you leave? Manuel Bostes has made a ball in front of the sink, with the brush, he went to the kitchen with the knife, through the sidewalk, snoring. He arrived at school in underpants, he passed in front, he was still asleep, he skipped class in that state, he went out to recess, he was lying down. Good friends, his classmates supported him, he was not on the floor, and the teacher did not understand, that happened every day. Asleep he is, lying down, with some dreams still pending, kisses are not missing, and even if they don't want to, in those dreams he is big and flies.
