Pitoco
"Pitoco era um cachorrinho
Que eu ganhei do meu padrinho
Numa noite de Natá
Era esperto, muito ativo
Tinha dois zóio bem vivo
Sartando pra cá e pra lá
Bem cedo me alevantava
Pitoco quem me acordava
Com os latido sem pará
Me fazia tanta festa
Lambia na minha testa
Queria inté me beijá
Nos domingo bem cedinho
Pegava meu bodoquinho
Os pelote no borná
Pitoco corria na frente
Dando sarto de contente
Rolando nos capinzá
Pitoco latia, latia
Mostrando tanta alegria
Sem nada podê cismá
E eu tacava um pelote
Fazendo virá cambote
Um pobre dum sabiá
Aquele divertimento
De grande contentamento
Ia inté o sor entrá
E hoje dói minha conciência
Pra morde a desobediencia"
Era um domingo de mês
O dia de Santa Inês
Tinha festa no arraiá
Minha mãe e as criançada
Todo de roupa trocada
Saimo pelas estrada
Na capela pra rezar
Eu fugi por um caminho
Co Pitoco e o bodoquinho
De repente eu fiquei fria
Gritei por Virgem Maria
Uma urutu na rodia
Deu'm bote pra me pegar
Pitoco saltou na frente
Repicou tuda serpente
Mas não pôde escapá
Na hora que ele morria
Parece que inté se ria
Da minha patifaria
De eu não podê lhe salvar
Coitado morreu latindo
Com os zóio vivo e tão lindo
É neste mundo tão ôco
Onde os amigos são pôco
Depois que morreu Pitoco
Nunca mais tive outro iguar
Pitoco
"Pitoco was a little dog
That I got from my godfather
One Christmas night
He was clever, very active
Had two very lively eyes
Jumping around
Early in the morning I would get up
Pitoco was the one waking me up
With barking that wouldn't stop
He would make such a fuss
Lick my forehead
He even wanted to kiss me
On Sunday very early
I would grab my slingshot
The pellets in the bag
Pitoco would run ahead
Jumping with joy
Rolling in the grass
Pitoco barked, barked
Showing so much happiness
Without anything to worry about
And I would shoot a pellet
Making a poor little thrush
Do a somersault
That fun
Of great joy
Would even reach the sun
And today my conscience hurts
For biting disobedience"
It was a Sunday of the month
The day of Saint Agnes
There was a party in the village
My mother and the kids
All dressed up
We went out on the roads
To the chapel to pray
I ran off on a path
With Pitoco and the slingshot
Suddenly I got scared
I cried out to Virgin Mary
A bushmaster on the road
Struck to catch me
Pitoco jumped ahead
Fought against the snake
But couldn't escape
At the moment he was dying
It seemed like he was even laughing
At my mischief
For not being able to save him
Poor thing died barking
With his eyes so lively and beautiful
In this hollow world
Where friends are few
After Pitoco died
I never had another like him