1, 2, 3, … My little school

1-2-3-4-5 I get up My little school, my little school,

And I take a leap I love her with love,
6-7-8-9-10 I feel because in her, because in her,
Right again. I learn the lesson.

Early in the morning

the first thing I do,
greet my teacher
and then to my work.

Little path to school

Pathway to my school: My pencil

Good morning, here I am.
Don't dirty my shoes. Wears wooden clothes,
That I polished them today. Strong brass neck,
And little rubber hat.
Mom combed my hair My pencil with an eraser!
And my little clothes are ironed.

Be careful, little path. She carries under her dress,

Don't go dirtying them. The black tip of a toe.
When I draw quickly,
White Star (Venezuelan) My pencil dances ballet.

If I make the letters very ugly,

Invests its position,
Dance then on your head,
My pencil with eraser.

Morita Carrillo (Venezuelan)

My scissors

My scissors, riqui–riqui,
My scissors, riqui-rán.
When I cut papers,
A carnival is being born.
I think
And they work.
My scissors,
how lovely!
They have even made me cents
With the wrapper of a bonbon.

Morita Carrillo (Venezuelan)

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 Song of the statues
The days of the week
The children in this classroom
Sunday, Monday They went out one day for a hunt;
Tuesday, Wednesday, and in their place remained
Thursday, Friday many, many statues.
Last Saturday.
The week is over A hunter who was passing by
And another week He looked at her very seriously.

Sunday began. And I replied to him.

choose the best
And I answered him.
Song for cleaning up choose the best.

Come on, let's go pick up I feel straight up.

The toys to be put away.
A place for everything I feel straight up.
And everything in its place. Like a little soldier,
Hands on the skirt
Gathering, gathering, and the feet on the floor.
Everyone already, everyone already,
Everything in its place, How beautiful I look.
Everything in its place, when I'm like this!
Tra, la, la, tra, la, la. Sitting up straight
Pick up the toys I feel happy.
That on the floor are:
The living room must be clean Walking straight ahead
Everything in its place.
Walking straight ahead,
I will take my little basket.

Head high,
Upright body
And my basket will not fall.
The days of the week

Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday and Wednesday,
Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
The seven days of the week,
Let's see if you know
What day is today?

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 Song of the vowels Song of the vowels
Lowercase uppercase

If you see her, That all the books

You would know them; be very open.
He/She has a little belly, It has been the general order.
Oh, how cute! That all the children
Pay close attention
If you see her, the five vowels
You would know her; they are going to parade.

It has a little hat,

Oh, how cute! First you will see
What happens there?
If you see there, With its two little feet
You would know her. very open to marching.
It has a little point,
Oh, how cute! Then comes the E
Lifting the feet,
If you see lao, the stick of fear
You would know her. the youngest, as you can see.
It looks like a little ball,

Oh, how cute! After goes the L,

Next is the O,
If you see Lau, One is thin and the other is fat.
You would know her; because he/she already ate.
It looks like a horseshoe
Oh, what a cutie! And then you will see,
The U has arrived,

Like the rope

With what do you always jump?
A, E, I, O, U.

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 My first graduation

When I arrived at school

I didn't even know the letter O;

The S seemed to me
A little mouse tail.

But my good teacher

He was patient and taught me.
I learned all the letters
In the daily lesson.

A for tree, B for mouth,

C for heaven, D for God,
And from school...
How many letters
I had to learn, Lord!

Today, when the year ends

I feel great satisfaction,
Well, I give a gift to mommy.
My first graduation.

I owe it to you, teacher.

God bless you!
I can read and very soon
I will graduate as a doctor.

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 The police officer The policeman

Our friend the police officer Stop! The policeman!

He/She has a blue uniform. already of the signal
And its shining badge to all the cars
It shoots flashes of light what is going to happen.

On the corner is on duty The cars stop

Guiding those who are going upon seeing the signal,
In their cars and trucks Stop, stop! ...
To stroll and to work. They can come in now.

The carpenters

When the carpenters

They take the saw
To cut the pieces
From the wood,
And they make laughter, and they make ras

And in small pieces

They go breaking them.

How good work is little card

When there is consistency! Little wallet, little wallet,
How good the children are I bring letters for you.
When do they work! What will it be, what will it say?
the little letter for me.
Let's take a break,
Let's rest
And then we will return
Let's work.

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 The watch Come, come up

Look, look closely children. Oh train, train!

Look, look at the clock. Oh train, train!
The time shows exactly Let's play singing
The clock schedule. And counting at the same time.

The minute hand goes around, Oh train, train!

Turns quickly. Oh train, train!
And take a look at the schedule, With five carriages
Oh how slow, it is slow! I feel very good.

Tick–Tock, Tick–Tock, Oh train, train!

Tick, tock, tick. !Oh wow, amazing!
First, second,
Third and fourth,
What is that cat doing?
Caught in the train?
The fifth is going well.

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 The fingers No, no, no, no

Why my little fingers From the cheek

They play and work To the chin,
Without having rest From the chin
And they never get tired? To the knee,
From the knee
For me the fingers to the shin,
They are the marvel from the pimple
They do the same art. to the calf.
They sow seeds. Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Without a doubt
They have a heart
Porque cada cosa
They make it with love.
(Twice).

The hands

CHORUS: We thank you, Lord, for the hands.

We thank you, Lord, for the hands.
We caress each other, we hug each other,
We take things and give gifts.

We can clap, because we have hands.

We can cut, because we have hands.
We can write because we have hands.
We can draw because we have hands.
We can hammer, because we have hands.
We can pick up because we have hands.

CHORUS: (It repeats).

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 The fingers Rap of the senses

Where is the little finger? Five senses

Where is the little finger? We have it in the body.
Here I am. We learn with them
Hello! What surrounds us.
Here I am. Do you know what they are?
Hello! Well, say them, but without interruption.
Nice to greet you, Sight, touch, hearing,
Nice to greet you, smell, taste, those are.
I'm leaving now.
Goodbye!
I'm leaving now. The senses
Goodbye!
I have two little eyes
(It repeats with everyone) that serve me to see
The fingers of the hand: and a little nose
Annular, the one of the heart, what helps me to smell.
Index, thumb. I have one mouth
To please and to like
Where is everyone? And some hands
Where is everyone? To play and play.
Aquí estamos I also have two ears
Here we are. To hear what is happening
Nice to greet you. Around me.
Pleasure to greet you.
We're leaving now. The teeth
Goodbye!
We're leaving now. The upper teeth
Goodbye! They brush downwards.
The upper teeth
They brush downwards.
The lower teeth
They brush upward.
And I'm going to clean the little teeth
With a circular movement.

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 The bus Little paper boat

When I ride a bus, Little paper boat,

How delicious, how good! Faithful friend,
When I ride on a bus, take me for a walk
I am so glad! Across the wide sea.

How delicious, how good! I want to get to know

How good, how tasty! Friends from here and there,
When I ride on a bus, and to take everyone
What a pleasure it gives me! The flower of friendship.

Down with the war,

Above peace;
The children want
Laugh and sing.

Tom Thumb The little boat

They invited Pulgarcito, Once upon a time, there was a little boat,
They invited Pulgarcito, Once upon a time, there was a little boat,
To give a way, way, trip by plane. Once upon a time there was a tiny boat,
To take a trip, trip, flight by plane. And the little boat could not,
Oh, oh, oh, oh. That I couldn't navigate.

And when I was up there, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 weeks passed

And when I was up there, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 weeks passed,
The gasoil, yes, it's over, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, weeks passed,
The gasoline, there, it's over. And the little boat couldn’t,
Oh, oh, oh, oh. That I couldn't navigate...

And of the brave Thumbelina,

And of the brave Thumbelina,
No, no, nobody knows what happened,
No, no, I don't know what happened.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

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 Little paper boat Friends, friends

Little paper boat, Friends, friends,

Faithful friend, I have, I have many friends.
Take me for a walk Because friendship
Across the wide sea. It is the most beautiful thing in this world;
I want to get to know a very deep affection
Friends from here and there what makes me very happy.
And to take everyone Because friendship
The flower of friendship. It is the most beautiful thing in this world;

Down with the war, a very deep affection

Up with peace; that makes me very happy.
The children want to laugh and sing.
Down with the war;
Up with peace;
Children want to laugh and sing.

The ugly doll

Hidden in the corners,
Fearful that someone will see her,
I was chatting with the mice
The poor ugly doll.

One little arm is already broken.

Her little face is covered in soot.
And feeling forgotten, she cried.
Sawdust tears.

Little doll, the mouse said to her

Don't cry anymore, silly, you're not right.
Your friends are not from the world;
Those who forgot you in this corner.

We are not like that.

The broom and the dustpan love you.
The duster and the broom want you.
The spider loves you and the old velvet.
I love you too and I want you to be happy.

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 Farewell song Farewell

Goodbye, goodbye friends The saddest moment has arrived.

I am going to say goodbye I no longer want to say goodbye to you,
After having passed well, my soul cries for me
A very happy day. Just thinking about it,
Just by saying it, goodbye.
Tomorrow we will return
To see each other again I no longer want to carry this sorrow, no.
In this Kindergarten I no longer want to carry her in my heart.
That I will never forget. Save me a little while to be with you
And together again we will dream again.

Holidays
My little child,
How happy I am!
I have vacation
And I'm going to leave you.

But I never
I could forget
What you always gave me
Hours of joy.

In your bosom my soul

Discovered love
And that's why I feel
That I am better now.

These vacations
Soon they will pass,
You will see me again
Your heat to seek.

Graciela Rojas Corales.

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 The yesterday
Yesterday comes to me today
Full of so many memories,
They are being left behind;
A very happy past.

There were many good moments

That those days I lived,
And although the years go by
They will always be by my side.

How many friends I won't forget!

What emotions that have not been erased!
In my memory, they will always remain
Those years that will not return.

I, who am still young

I live this intensely.
I know very well that just like today
Tomorrow I will remember.
The present of today will be past
And I would like to retain
In my mind, such pleasant memories
How they are from yesterday.

The month of October

When October arrives

I run to the garden of my house
And I search with joy
Three or four pumpkins.

I prepare them, I arrange them

I take out all the seeds,
I give her big eyes
And a mouth that makes you laugh.

I have a lot of fun

With all my pumpkins
And to all my little friends
I invite you to my house.

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 The month of October The skeletons

When October arrives From midnight to one o'clock

I run to the garden of my house the skeletons look at the moon.
And I search with joy cumba, cumba, cumba, lá.
Three or four pumpkins.
From one to two
I prepare them, I arrange them. skeletons eat rice.
I remove all the seeds, Cumba, cumba, cumba, bá.
I give him/her big eyes
And a mouth that makes you laugh. From two to three
The skeletons look at portraits
I have a lot of fun Cumba, cumba, cumba, bá.
With all my pumpkins
And to all my little friends From three to four
I invite you to my house. The skeletons look at portraits
Cumba, cumba, cumba, go.
Little squash
From four to five
Zucchini, pumpkin the skeletons jump.
You are made of dough or cardboard. Cumba, cumba, cumba, go.
zucchini, pumpkin
You are the queen of my living room. From five to six
Zucchini, pumpkin the skeletons drink Kool Aid.
Halloween is approaching. Cumba, cumba, cumba, go.

The witch From six to seven

The skeletons touch their cheeks.
The witch, the witch Cumba, cumba, cumba, bá.
I see it coming
Riding her broom From seven to eight
En su viejo mástil. The skeletons eat cake.
Cumba, cumba, cumba, bá.
Flying, flying
I see it coming From eight to nine
And he tells everyone the skeletons do not move at all.
Halloween has arrived. Cumba, cumba, cumba, go.

From nine to ten

The skeletons move again.
Cumba, cumba, cumba, down.

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 Five black cats The little witch

Five black cats What do you have, little witch?

Sitting on a fence, How sad you are!

I put one in a bag. Will it be that tonight
I only have four left. Can't you fly?

Four black cats I am the little witch;

Sitting on a fence I can't fly.
One went after a centipede. I am missing the broom
I only have three left. And I am going to cry.

Three black cats What do you want the broom for?

Sitting on a fence, If you can't fly with her?
One fell down when he got tired. Do you forget that the brooms
I only have two left. Are they for cleaning?

Two black cats My broom is magical.

Sitting on a fence, My broom is real.
One left with a sorcerer My broom is unique.
I only have one left. My broom is special.

A black cat Here is your broom

Sitting on a fence, Stop crying
He ran out of fear. because on this night
And now there are zero. You will be able to fly.

Zero black cats Little ghost friend

Sitting on a fence, let's dance
The full moon rises and on this night
And they all return to the gate. Let's enjoy.

Today I am happy.
Let's sing.
Why this party
It's about to begin.

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 Beautiful is my land It's my beautiful Puerto Rico

Beautiful is my land, yes, It's my beautiful Puerto Rico

Like no other, a tropical island
An emerald as beautiful as an angel
About the sea. And happy like a song.

The Caribbean Sea Among its green palm trees

He rocked my cradle the rays of the sun shine.
And since then She is my enchanting homeland.
I learned to love her. And I give you my heart.

Beautiful is my land. The flag

Beloved homeland!
Beautiful are your mountains, In the sky floating very beautiful
Its blue sky... waving and beautiful in the sun
It shines proudly its stripes and star
And its palm trees my three-color flag.
They always point out,
They always point out, With its white, its blue, and its star;
To the blue sky. With its ruby red color!
I would not exchange my flag for anything!
I do not change my flag and my country!

Colón, Colón Columbus Day

Colón, Colón, Colón, The Pinta, the Niña, the Santa María,
Columbus set out from Spain. The three ships of Columbus,
Colón, Colón, Colón, the brave navigator,
And America was discovered. That America discovered.

He had three caravels:

Pinta, Niña, and Santa María.

He had three caravels:
Pinta, Niña, and Santa María.

(The first verse is repeated.)

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 Coquí Coquí, coquí

Coquí, coquí, coquí, This morning a little toad,

Good Borinquen singer, Coquí, coquí...
Your evening greeting, between hop and hop
In the stillness of the moment, came this far;
It's a curfew, with a silk jacket,
In the afternoon of silence. Satin pants,
Coquí, coquí, coquí! My mother inviting me
Sing coquí, coquí!
Christopher Columbus
Ester Feliciano Mendoza
In a small village in Italy
Christopher Columbus was born.
He/She liked to watch the boats.
And talk about navigation.

To the king's palace

Very happy, Cristóbal directed himself
Asking for help
But the sovereign king did not give it to her.

And later he went to Spain

Asking for help from Isabel.
And the intelligent queen
She understood what he wanted.

He got help from her.

Men and caravels he gave, and on the day of October 12
Columbus arrived at new beaches.
Olé!

The coquí

The coquí, the coquí

I love it.
The singing of the coquí is so sweet.
At night when I go to bed
He/She puts me to sleep by singing to me like this:

Coquí, coquí, coquí, quí, quí, quí.

Coquí, coquí, coquí, quí, quí, quí.

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 It is my island Puerto Rico

It is my island Puerto Rico

The land where I was born,
And I want to make her more beautiful,
The most beautiful and the best.

Clean air, clean water,

Trees, flowering plants,
Birds that sing joyfully
In my island I want.

Everything is beautiful in this land

And it must be even more beautiful.

Let's all take care of her

Because our land is.

Puerto Rico

Puerto Rico
Homeland of my loves,
Flower garden
I only think of you.

Puerto Rico
Of beautiful palaces
Your sweet songs
They live in me.

Puerto Rico
My lovely island,
Beautiful island
Where I was born.

On your ground
I saw the light of the sky
And between your palms
I want to die.

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 The Little Earth

It is the mobile ocean great mirror

Where it shines as an unmatched adornment
The Borincan soil that is a reflection
From the lost earthly paradise.

Their hills have gentle slopes

And its valleys of rich green
They are singing beautiful crystalline springs
Like flutes that bless the Creator.

Spring your best attributes

Always generous samples in Boriquén
In the fields, there are always flowers, there are always fruits.
Boriken is the mansion of all goodness.

Here is where the pure atmosphere I breathe is born

And it settles in the dwelling where I was born,
And that shining sun that I admire
Here it is born, here it shines, and here it dies.

From my parents was the cradle and it encloses

The holiest affections of my being.
I wouldn't trade this land for anything.
Where I had the privilege of being born.

It is the mobile ocean great mirror

Where it shines as an unmatched decoration
The Borincan land that is a reflection
From the lost earthly paradise.

Virgilio Dávila

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 The Song of the Americas

Listen closely to the song I am going to sing.

So, pay attention, we are going to start.
Let's forget the sadness, let's forget the sorrow,
As I sing my song, let's sing.

If you are sad on any occasion,

If some sorrow overwhelms you,
Tune my song
And your heart will be happy.

A song of peace and freedom, anthem of happiness.

The Song of the Americas
That united in an ideal
It will bring us eternal peace to the western hemisphere.

The immense round

Children from all over America

Be always good brothers.
Haced una inmensa ronda;
Join, join your hands.

Children of the three Americas

Sing the sweetest songs;
Songs of peace, of beauty
Pure songs like nardos.

Children from all over America

Be always good brothers!

Oh children of the world

But always be good brothers!
Make a huge circle;
Join, join your hands.

Children of the vast universe

Sing the sweetest songs;
Songs of peace and harmony;
Pure songs like spikenards.

Children from all over the world

Be always good brothers!

Gastón Figueira (Uruguayan)

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 Thanksgiving

The day of thanks has arrived,

The happy day has arrived,
And with my parents
I give thanks to God a thousand times.

Because he is good with me.

It gives me many things:
Home, parents, school
And a lot of happiness.

Thank you, my God.

Thank you very much.
We thank you all.
Thank you, Lord, today!

Like the grains of the ear of corn

Like the grains of the ear of corn

They live together and snuggly.
It is us, oh, comrades!
This is how we live,

Without falsehoods, without egos;

All united and very close together.

Both at home and at school

From an ear of corn, we are grains,
Fathers and mothers, teachers and children.
When tomorrow we become men
Let's keep being the same.

God bless us, grant us health;

May the plan not be missing every day.
And may work make us strong
And may the school make us worthy.

May we live like this for many years,

Under the shell of a great affection;
Together, very together and always united
Like the grains of the cob
They live together and snugly.

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 Valentine's Day Poem Valentine's Day

On this day, Joy, joy, joy,

Valentine's Day, Valentine's Day has arrived.
A nice surprise Joy, joy, joy,
I have for you. Valentine's Day has arrived.
A red carnation And all the little children
Ruby color; they feel very happy.
Color of love, And all the children
Love for you. They feel very happy.

The cuckoo A little bird

Today I went From head to toe

Running to the spring he/she was dressed as a little bird

And I found fresh water to take it for a walk

And searching in the thicket with a hat and a cane.
I heard the cuckoo.
Oh, how we dance
He said: Oh, what a joy, cacacachunga
Oh, the one who is Oh, how I laugh!
Hey, the cuckoo. With all my heart.
Hey, the one who is here,
Hey, the cuckoo.
Oh, who is here,
Hey, the cuckoo.
Owl, there who because,
Oh! The drum

My drum, my drum,
My drum, my drum,
It sounds, it sounds,
Good, good, good, good, good.
Ramón

Where is Ramón going?

On his bicycle?
He/She is going to buy the bread

To Old San Juan.

The streets of San Juan
They have cobblestones.
Poor Ramón
There was a slip!
Prrr!

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 The little stream

There at the fountain, there was a little stream.

It became big, it became small.
I was in a bad mood.
Poor little stream! It was hot.

(The last 2 verses are repeated.)

Over there is the fountain, the little ants.

They are washing their petticoats
Because on Sunday they go to the countryside.
All dressed in blue and white.

(The last 2 verses are repeated.)

But the little stream didn't like it.

That they come to bother him.
He got small and hid.
Among the stones of that place.

The silk worm To fly

Little caterpillar, little caterpillar, I saw a little worm

Weave, weave without ceasing he fell asleep,
Weave your little cocoon and upon waking with wings
Weave it until it's finished. He flew into space.

Then locked up I wish I had wings,

In your little cocoon, to be able to fly.
You will become the butterfly, Sleep through the night,
Rose bride, and to awaken.
Of beautiful colors
What frees the flowers. Sometimes I wish
I am a little caterpillar.
Weave, weave little caterpillar, ¡Quisiera tener alas!
Weave, weave without ceasing, If only God would give me the chance!

Weave, weave your cocoon

Knit it until you finish. By Juan B. Huyke

By Hilario Sanz

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 Of beautiful colors The pretty butterflies

Of beautiful colors The pretty butterflies

Her painted wings. They go from flower to flower
It sits on the flowers showing its two wings
With a light step. Bright as the sun.

His breath is fragrant Of all the colors

Kissing a rose. The butterflies are;
It sways in the wind, there are white ones, yellow ones,
Fragile butterfly. Blues and purples.

The ants Little butterfly

The ants come, A little butterfly

The ants go, that came down from the sky
Ants have with its wings outstretched
Titan's strength. And at the peak, a flower.

The honey Who are the flowers for?

If they are not for you.
Rich honey from the hives Oh dear mother of my soul!
Delicious is its flavor, I would die for you, for you.
The little bee makes it,
How beautiful is your work! When daddy comes
I'm going to tell him/her.

Day and night she works what is this little butterfly

To give us rich honey. It doesn't let me sleep, sleep.

Busy little bee,
You do it with pleasure. The little queen

My bunny Black, white, and yellow,

So lively and tiny,
I have a little bunny. it jumps, it flies
White and playful. Very proud the little queen.
Jumps very funny,
Runs very fast. Drink water, cut sugar
And the tip is cleaned like this.
He/She has long ears Climb the tree, take a turn
Always attentive and goes into its little nest.
And a soft little tail
Like cotton. By Isabel Freire de Matos

Jump, bunny,
Jump jumper.
Run, run, run,
Too, too, too.

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 The chicks My little dog

The chicks say Look at my puppy

Peep, peep, peep, cinnamon color.
When they are hungry, She moves her little tail,

When they are cold. He/She moves his/her ears.

Jumping around
The hen looks for Jumping around,
Corn and wheat, when he is happy.
Gives them food and and barking it says:
He/She provides shelter. How happy I feel!
Already, already, already, already, already, already,

Under its two wings, Already, already, already, already, already, already, already, already.

Cuddled up,
Until the other day,
The chicks are sleeping. A little bird

My cat A little bird came today

Very early where I am
My cat is so agile and she told me upon waking up:
Like a dancer. Aren't you going to get up?
He/She bathes, he/she combs his/her hair,
With a lot of panache. I jumped out of bed.
I took a shower and got dressed.

It rises in an arc, I ran to school,

It brushes my skin. to be there early,
And it comes cuddly. to be there early.
His/her milk to drink
Little birds to fly,
With great balance little fish to swim,
climb the flamboyant tree little horses to run
with the same skill and little kids to study,
he/she throws again. And little kids go study.

It stretches, it curls
Like a gongolí.
And it is put in its basket
Happy to sleep.

Isabel Freire de Matos

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 My little horse My beautiful little cow

Saddle horse Look at my little cow

Gentle and runner, that is in the field.
Cross the plain, Her name is Linda
Vibrant with sun. And they are going to milk her.

Hey, hey! With its pure milk

Packing, bag, bag! He/She will feed me.
Cheese and butter
Your soft fur, it will also give us.
Sweat glasses
And in your mane it sways Mu, mu, mu, mu,
The swift wind. Linda is happy.
Mu, mu, mu, mu,
Pacatás, pacatás He/She is going to rest.
Pack, pack, pack!

There in the mountain

Of the coffee plant in bloom

White springs
Calm your heat.

Boo, boo,
Pacatás, tas, tas!

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