A Feira de Caruaru

The Caruaru Market
It's a pleasure to see
Of everything in the world
It has to sell
At the Caruaru market

There's cassava dough
Roasted chestnuts, raw eggs
Bananas, oranges, mangoes
Potatoes, sweet potatoes, cheese, and cashews
Carrots, jabuticabas
Guinea fowl, chicken, duck, and turkey
There's goat, sheep, pig
If you doubt, even a toad

There are baskets, woven baskets, ropes
Wooden clogs, harnesses, and armadillo shells
There's tobacco, a tobacco pouch
Made from zebu ox horns
A gossipy mug
A good sieve and honeycomb honey
There are tree bark trousers
So the countryman doesn't walk around naked

There are hammocks, bird traps
Green onions, tomatoes, coriander, cabbage, and chayote
Lunch cooked in clay pots
Stirred porridge like polenta
Furniture made of stools
Made from the trunk of the mulungu tree

There's crockery, scrap metal
Shaved ice cream that makes you drool
Cold sugarcane juice
Prickly pear fruit and mandacaru cactus
Vitalino's clay figurines
Known even in the South
Of everything in the world
It's at the Caruaru Market