Vou manjar uma poesia,                                                                                   com uns versos bem sacados.                                                                   Só vão poder ler meus livros,                                                                          todo aquele que estiver vivo.                                                                       Pois os mortos já são idos,                                                                         jamais vão dançar um fado.                                                                                                                                                                                Nem sambar na avenida,                                                                     coitado!