Mag die maan vir jou sterre vang
Onder die hemelruim; diep in die melkweg
Mag die son se strale jou nooit skroei nie
Die waters jou nooit storm loop nie ...
The Bison is vain, and (I write it with pain)
The Door-mat you see on his head
Is not, as some learned professors maintain,
The opulent growth of a genius- brain;
But is sewn on with needle and thread.