A Galinha

Every egg
That I hatch
I touch myself
Again
Every egg
Is the face
Is the white
Of grandpa

But I got
Blocked
And now
At night
I only dream
Of eggnog

The scarce production
Alarms the boss
The serious hens
Never take vacations
"You're old, I forgive you
You stay in the coop
In the form of soup"

Ah!!! Is this my reward
For years of hatching???
I pecked him
And ran away, shocked

I want to sing
In the round
On the crest
Of the wave

For an extra beak
Just makes happier
The big cage
Of my country