The Cooled Hero Poem by Adilson Pinto

There was in a farm
A little boy, clever and blonde
Who would like to be a hero!
He always dressed clothes
Alike to his beloved idols:
I am a hero! I am a hero! He said, happy!
A day he was a Superman,
Two days later and he was the America Captain:
Thus he dreamed, and his city with him...
But a day, he did not go downtown
One week later and he was not there too!
Where was he? ? ? ? Where was he? ? ? ?
The people asked - astonished!
But finally the secret was revealed:
While his mother was buying horseshoes
For her animals, she, cordially answered
To everyone: I am sorry but my boy
He is heavily cooled and, for a while,
Despite this marvelous blue sky
He - quite abated - won't fly!