In Polisieman wees
Het ek my nie verheug
Die skiet, skop en donder
Het my bekommer
Ek is toe na die Spoorweg
Maar die spoor uitleg
Het my verwar
Onvoorspelbaar soos ‘n nar
Die waterwerke ken ek mos
Dit was my kos
So het ek gedink
Daar was ek ook nie flink
Maar hier by Sasol
Het ek gehol
Om ‘n ambagsman te word
Met geen geld tekort.
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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