Classic Poem

At Guaymas I born in this various world,
But I spik Ingless, as ustedes see;
I was nice children's hoss, my mane was curled;
Then for ten dollar' one day they sell me.
Then I much travel, trade from hand to hand,
And learn much languages to understand.

How ole I am? Oh, my, no more don't know!
How much I cost? Three drinks las' time they pay.
What can I do? Why go, an' go, an' go,
Or stand, an' stand, an' stand the whole long day.
Oh no, señor, yiou mus' not be distress'!
A hoss gets used to several things, I guess.

What that yiou say? I lie? Not tell the truth?
I'm young an' strong, an' tryin' jus' to beg?
Gringo, get out! I bite yiou with my tooth,
Get out, ole fool! I kick yiou with my leg.
Say, Gringo, come an' see the Injuns race
The cowboys, come an' watch me take first place.