A Caneta e a Enxada
Lourenço e Lourival
The Pen and the Hoe
"Once a pen went for a walk in the backlands
It met a hoe, working the plantation
The humble hoe greeted it
But the arrogant pen refused to shake its hand
And even scolded it
The pen said to the hoe, don't come near me
You're dirty with soil, dirty soil from the ground
Do you know who you're talking to, see your place
And don't forget the distance of our separation
I'm the golden pen that writes in the notary
I write for governments the laws of the constitution
I wrote on linen paper, for the rich and the barons
I only walk in the hands of masters, men of position
The hoe replied: indeed, I live on the ground
To provide food and clothing for your master
I came into the world almost at the time of Adam
If it weren't for my sustenance, no one would have education
Go away proud pen, shame of the generation
Your high nobility is just pretension
You say you write everything, but there's one thing you don't have
It's the beautiful word called education!"
