VACAS MAGRAS !

                                            Digo
                                            Adeus
                                            Às fragas
                                            De musgo amarelado
                                            E sem flores de Maio,
                                            Que me olham
                                            De soslaio
                                            Em tempo
                                            De vacas magras!
                                            São celeiros
                                            Das dores
                                            De um povo,
                                            Ainda mais pobre,
                                            Espoliado,
                                            Deprimido,
                                            Desesperado,
                                            Que nada
                                            Tem de novo
                                            E a quem tudo
                                            É negado!
                                            Tristes fragas
                                            De tom amarelado,
                                            A quem sonegaram
                                            As flores de Maio!