Prato Do Dia (part. Teodoro e Sampaio)

On the edges of a road
There was a simple inn
The food was homestyle
And the country chicken was the dish of the day
Respectable owner

There he worked with his family
His wife was the cook
And one of the daughters was the waitress

A traveler arrived at that inn
Already out of time
He told the waitress
Bring me a chicken, I'll have dinner now

I'm quite late
I'll leave as soon as I finish
She then replied with a smile
Mom is up, believe me, she won't take long

When she went to serve the table
Delicate and very skillful
Excuse me, but I brought a hen
Maybe it's not cooked properly

The traveler replied
I might accept raw hen
If it's like you
I won't reject it anytime

She left with her head down
To complain to her father
My daughter, kill another hen
You can season it, but don't cook it

I'll take this hen to the table
Although my conversation is short
It's the thing I detest the most
Seeing a bearded man fooling around

The old man arrived and said
I brought the order you made
When the guy tried to refuse
He found himself in the sight of an English schimitt

The deal was to clean the plate
When the owner politely said
We are open
To serve in the way the customer asks