On the beach, gaviotas. About the rocks.
On the waves. They haunt the candle. They play the round. Like the children of the squares!
The little chicken
The little chicken in the henhouse says to her friend:
“January is coming”.
Little blonde chicken will cry later, now will sing:
“Here i wait for you”.
Here i wait for you, laying an egg. He gave me the cough and I put two.
I thought of my mistress, How poor is!
It gave me pain and I put three!
How did it take you, I waited a while laying eggs,
And I put four!
My mistress sells me Dona Luz.
Me with rice?