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