Cel kažin je tale glava,
ko se s tabo poigrava
ovnovska narava.
Ko je zraven še kri vroča,
misli šibajo kot Soča,
tresk in bum do nog hiti
ta nemirna vroča kri.
Glava misli – ali ne,
jezik zine, kar ne sme…
In tak pride kakšen dan,
ko ovniček gre na plan.
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