In the land of Lisboa, where the streets meet the sea,
Portuguese sardines dance in tins with glee.
A carousel of colors, from red to blue,
Each tin tells a story of a year they once knew.
On a Ferris wheel made of light and delight,
The sardines ride high, bathed in neon light.
From 1954 to 1989, each year, a tale,
Of ocean waves and ships that set sail.
They shimmer in rows, like treasures of gold,
A history of flavors, brined and bold.
Captured in cans, both humble and proud,
They sing of the sea, in a voice clear and loud.
Step inside the fantastic world they create,
Where sardines celebrate each year as fate.
A taste of Portugal, packed tight with grace,
In every tin, a memory, a time, a place.
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