Een oggend op die plaas
En jy ken die geraas
Van die plaasdiere
Met hul snaakse maniere
‘n Voëltjie fluit
en hou jolyt
oor die nuwe dag
wat op ons wag
Die hond blaf vir sy stert
Hy’s die naam ‘Hond’ nie werd
Al in die ronte tol hy
Sy stert kom hy nie by
In die verte ‘n koei wat bulk
As sy vir haar kalfie wink
Om nader te draf
Sadat sy, aan haar melk kan verskaf
Van die rivier kom die gille
Van die krokodille
In die seekoeigate
Krioel hul uitgelate
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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