O dia trinta de maio                                                                               É um dia tão divino.                                                                               O aniversário é um marco,                                                                          É um divisor de águas                                                                          Uma benção em nossas vidas.                                                                  -                                                                                                        Trinta de maio de                                                                                      Sessenta e oito,                                                                        Eis que nasce                                                                           Um futuro POETA.                                                                                Já no berço                                                                              Ele era esperto,                                                                        Tudo era graça.                                                                                     -                                                                                                         Ele fingia que era quieto,                                                                         Ás vezes chorava.                                                                               Se havia caneta por perto,                                                                     Já surgiam alguns versos.