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The Doll

Olavo Bilac

A Boneca

Deixando a bola e a peteca
Com que ainda há pouco brincavam
Por causa de uma boneca
Duas meninas brigavam

Dizia a primeira: É minha!
É minha! A outra gritava
E nenhuma se continha
Nem a boneca largava

Quem mais sofria (coitada!)
Era a boneca. Já tinha
Toda a roupa estraçalhada
E amarrotada a carinha

Tanto puxaram por ela
Que a pobre rasgou-se ao meio
Perdendo a estopa amarela
Que lhe formava o recheio

E, ao fim de tanta fadiga
Voltando à bola e à peteca
Ambas, por causa da briga
Ficaram sem a boneca

The Doll

Leaving the ball and the shuttlecock
That they were playing with just a moment ago
Because of a doll
Two girls were fighting

The first one said: It's mine!
It's mine! The other shouted
And neither could contain themselves
Nor let go of the doll

The one who suffered the most (poor thing!)
Was the doll. It already had
All its clothes torn
And its little face wrinkled

They pulled so hard on it
That the poor thing tore in half
Losing the yellow stuffing
That filled it

And, after so much effort
Returning to the ball and the shuttlecock
Both, because of the fight
Were left without the doll

Composição: Olavo Bilac