I Sing The Song Of The Body Electric Poem by Gert Strydom

This morning a lovely girl woke,
showered under hot water from a tap,
dried her hair and curled them with some tongs
before she was dressing
in a neatly ironed blouse and skirt,

got some orange juice from the refrigerator,
fried some eggs and made some toast
and poured a cup of tea
and her eyes were blue and happy as the sky,
her smile was brighter than the sun

and she watched cartoons on the television,
saw in the news
what was happening throughout the world
for some reflection and moments of fun,
before her working day begun

and I do sing the song of the body electric,
the one of technology that is a blessing,
where everything is functioning perfectly
on the power coming from a wall plug
and we all live happy, secure and snug
where no ESCOM South Africa does cut the power off.