Dear principal, O` my dearest school principal
I come to you, sitting upon a burros` back
His head drags low, so that I may someday be able to stand straight and tall.
He works his fingers to the bone; his body, is a bent and ratchet wreck.
He dresses me in the cleanest school attire
Scorching his bare back underneath the noon day fire
Protecting my tender feet; he provides the leather-patten shining bright
And he does toil, from pre-dawn morning light, way pass sunset, and into night
Unto my fur soft delicate hands, a pencil he does place
And under my arm, a slate for my scribing
An apple for my teacher, and a lunch pail filled with nourishment for me
And he? Well, he just continues laboring hard; exclusively for me
Dear principal, O my dear, dear, Principal
I come to you, upon a burros` back. He never complains, he simply, keeps tugging the tow
Someday, mijita… he says to me; some glorious day in your future; he repeats to me.
One very fine day, during the month of May, He says to me…that, his head shall never again hang low
When during my graduation, alas! He tells me…he shall be seated, in the very front row!
I can see him now…
So Proud, and so Strong, so Tan, and so very Clean, and so Perfectly Groomed! Just like the Beautiful,
High Stepping, Caballo Ballo, de Antonio Aguilar!
Rudy H. Garcia 8/ 2004