Maria woke up in the middle of the night, Everything was quiet, everything seemed right. She went to post a song, just one little thing, Then she saw a button and heard trouble ring. Thirty reais here, thirty reais there, Maria looked twice and stared at the screen: “Why am I paying every time I write? Something about this just isn't right!” **Think, Maria Aparecida, think! Read before you click that link! Think, Maria Aparecida, think! You changed your plan in just one blink! You tried to save, but what did you do? Now your monthly nails are gone too! Think, Maria Aparecida, think!** Seven songs were waiting in line, Thirty each — that was the sign. She did the math and shouted: “When?!” Seven little songs — **two hundred and ten!** “No, no, no! This can't be right! I've already paid! I've complained all night!” She blamed the system, complained about the fee, Then checked her plan... **“Oh, dear... it was ME!”** She had changed the plan herself, And left the Pro sitting on the shelf. The company wasn't making a mistake— Maria had created the mess in her wake! **Think, Maria Aparecida, think! Before complaining, check that link! Think, Maria Aparecida, think! Poor Inoveplay was on the brink! You blamed them all, then finally knew: “My goodness gracious — what did I do?” Think, Maria Aparecida, think!** “I'm sorry, people, now I understand! The Basic plan was never what I planned. Give me the Pro, I'll pay forty-seven, Before these seven songs cost two hundred and ten!” Ofélia stood up: “I want my name cleared! For once in my life, I haven't interfered!” Eugênio came back with his coffee in hand: “Maria, please read before changing the plan!” Maricota laughed, “Don't look at me! I only make music — I'm innocent, you see!” And Dona Maria had one thing to say: **“PENSA, MARIA APARECIDA!”** **Think, Maria Aparecida, think! Read before you click that link! Think, Maria Aparecida, think! Don't let your poor bank account sink! The Pro is paid, the lesson is done, The nails are gone — but we got a song!** Meanwhile, somewhere on a library shelf, a little mouse was talking to himself: “My Spanish song was supposed to be tonight, But Maria jumped ahead — these women, all right!” So here's the lesson from this crazy night: Before changing plans, read everything right. Maria made a mistake, but caught it in time— And turned the whole disaster into a rhyme! **Think, Maria Aparecida, think! Think before you click! Think, Maria Aparecida, think! Two hundred and ten? Not this time! The money was saved, the lesson was learned, And poor little Ratão is still waiting his turn!** **THINK, MARIA APARECIDA... THINK!**