Hy hang groot en rond
Laag in die lug
Soms blink hy bont
Wat ‘n pragtige gesig
Daar is geen lug op die maan
So, as jy soontoe wil gaan
Vat vir jou ‘n emmer lug
Vir soontoe en terug
Soms blink die ou
Maar hy bedrieg vir jou
As hy jou nader nooi
Van naby is hy nie mooi
Hy is vol vlekke
Dis valeie sê die gekke
Die slimmes sê dis sees
Maar wie sal weet of dit waar kan wees.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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