Chin, chin, chin, Matachín. Rom, plom, plom, Sebastián; y se vienen y se van a comer el mazapán. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT LOVE'S MELODY by BARBARA MARIE BOOTH THE YOUNG RABBI by E. C. L. BROWNE CAELIA: SONNETS: 2 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE GARDEN OF THE GODS by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER BALLAD TO THE TUNE OF 'TO PARLIAMENT THE QUEEN IS GONE' by PATRICK CAREY |