Haar lippe is pragtig rooi
En ek sit sonder ‘n nooi
Agter haar oor, ‘n geboortemerk
Ek sit sonder werk
‘n Dimpel in haar ken
Ek moet van voor af begin
Mooi groot oë in haar kop
Ek spring toe regop
Soos die wind deur haar hare
Vleg ek deur die skare
Haar oë… groen
Ek moet iets doen
Met tande spierwit
Ek kan nie net sit
‘n goeie sterk kaak
ek sal iets moet maak
Eers ‘n nooi afvry
dan ‘n werk kry
‘n nooi netjies en skoon
‘n werk wat my goed beloon.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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