27 Spanishes

Twenty-seven spanishes

Arriving from the sea

Blades of steel flashing

Cutting down the eagle's tree

Came riding in on mountains

On red and silver steeds

Into the city of the serpent

Through the gates of the Otomi

A soldier dressed in iron asks

"Where do you all come from?"

"From the earth of four directions

From the purple clouds above"

Just then a rain came falling down

As the wind began to blow

The sky then turned to crimson

With a sound so deep and low

Said the brown prince to the spanishes

As he raised a mighty hand

"Don't come here bringing worries

To the people of this land"

Their swords then turned to deadly snakes

Like the ones found in the grass

"Get back into those silly ships

Before we kick your ass"

But the strangers made an offer

So the brown prince said "why not"

And ended up with empty plates

And boot soup in a pot

Later they became muy friendly

And their blood was often mixed

Now they all hang out together

And play guitars for kicks