A Caneta e a Enxada

Once a pen went for a walk in the backlands
Met a hoe, working on a plantation
The humble hoe greeted her
But the arrogant pen refused to shake her hand
And even scolded her for it

The pen said to the hoe, don't come near me
You're dirty with soil, 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 am the golden pen that writes in notaries
I write for governments the law 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 first, almost in Adam's time
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!