(after Marietjie van Wyk)
Like wild roots growing everywhere
his curly blonde hair is muddled
with his heavenly blue eyes gleaming like stars
while he gambols continually
runs around like the wind,
and is even more naughty than a gnome,
wants to ride upon the two big dogs,
will in a short while receive some kisses and hugs
from the women of the family.
[Reference: "Klein seuntjie" (Small boy) by Marietjie van Wyk.]
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