Moldador

👾 Vooka... Vooka... Kavookavala!!! One time on the farm, a sinister thing paid a visit Mutilating my herd in a bizarre way I searched everywhere to find some answers But no one told me anything I could believe These folks are crazy; they’d already dreamed up a new plague The cause of my wrath was a thing called Kavookavala Everyone who saw it—Moor or Christian alike— Said they couldn't stand it and moved out of the region Even Timbó Mané, a guy who never backs down, Fainted from fear when he came face-to-face with the monstrosity It couldn't be true—could it really be that ugly? They said that wherever it roamed, the grass wouldn't even grow I’m not a man for madness, brawling, or revenge But I roared in my fury: "I’m going to catch that beast!" No idle chatter; I made a solemn vow That if I didn't catch it, I’d even change my name (What?) Without fear or fuss, I went hunting the beast in the woods (Huh?) Not forgetting my pistol, provisions, and a good coat ...