In the garden of childhood
there was a yellowish A small dog, with a chink face
The Saddlebag in the garden
It interrupted with the arrival of Marcolino A little guy so similar to a penguin.
Here yellow with a more violin-like bark
Mocked poor Marcolino Infuriated
"this penguin" Said the straw-yellow dog
Marcolino sad by the joke Ran away in a hurry from the park
Giallino ran to the wounded friend
An excuse was made
And the wound was healed.
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