Niver da Bruna. Dois de Abril

Um Feliz Aniversário Querida

Bruna,Bruninha,Bruma                                                                                                                                                 Não importa não                                                                                                                                                        A pessoa faz o nome                                                                                                                                          Èsta é amada de montão

Nasceu tão pequititinha

Pedindo muitos cuidados

A primeira netinha e

Bisneta dos dois lados

Os pais se revezavam 

Nos cuidados com a menina,        

ora um ora outro                                                

 era tão pequenina                                                                                           

Sobrinha paparicada                                                                                                                                             Só tinha ela então                                                                                                                                           Atenção não lhe  faltou                                                                                                                                           Teve muita, de montão

Seus cabelos cacheados
Chamavam a atenção
Herança das bisavós
Lindos,lindos  então

Misteriosa  se tornou                                                                                                                                                                                                          

 Esta foto vem provar                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Sempre                                                                                                              muito                                                                                                      pensativa                                                                                                                                                

Ficava a observar                                                                                                      

Aos dezoito aninhos                                                                                                                               

 Precisava decidir                                                                                                                                   Seu futuro em suas mãos                                                                                                                          "Pra onde eu posso ir?"                                                                                                                      

Sempre pensativa                                                                                                Era    tímida e calada                                                                                                  não falava                                                                                                 com                                                                     estranhos                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Nem que fosse interpelada. 

Com um joelho ferido
Num bendito treinamente
Não abandona o sorriso
Nem solta nenhum lamento

Depois para compensar                                     Tanta bravura assim                        Aquele  camarãozinho       parece feito por mim                                    

No colégio certa vez                                                                                                                                          Com seus olhos brejeiros                                                                                                                            Defendeu-se de um beijo                                                                                                                                       Com unhaços certeiros

O menino coitado                                                                                                                                                Por essa não esperava                                                                                                                                            Inda pediu desculpas                                                                                                                                         Creio que a amava    

                                                                                                                           

Mas a menina cresceu                                                                                                                                       Tornou-se uma mulher                                                                                                                                   Linda, faceira e  decidida                                                                                                                                     Sabe  bem  o  que  quer

Alegria sempre tem

Para dar e vender

Mas se pisam em seu calo

Faz até o chão tremer

Alison seu irmão

É o mano preferido

Mesmo sendo mais jovem

È o companheiro querido

Amante dos animais                                                                          Os defende com carinho                                                                 Até em caramujo  na horta                                                                 Faz afago de mansinho                                                                 

 Puxa saco do vô Tito
Sempre lhe dá razão
E ele muito espertinho
Se aproveita da situação

As vezes de tão cansada

Dorme de qualquer jeito

Com o sono atrazado

Acho que nem faz efeito

Deus te proteja sempre

Quer de noite quer de dia

Vele pelo teu sono

Como tua mãe fazia

Parabêns mais uma vez

Tudo de bom nesta vida

Tua família deseja sim

pois tu és muito querida