Muriel Leecit, Fish Hoek
Many, many years ago there was a valley
Wide with mountains high on either side
While the sand between was deep and white
Oh what a glorious glorious sight.
But when the season was at its height
My how the wind blew but day and night
No good to build a hut nor house
A hole is only for a mouse.
But the earliest guys in those far-off days
Found sheltered, cosy and homely caves
A view of the valley right down to the sea
And look there comes breakfast for you and for me.
They cooked, so had fire and skins were for warmth
And they had bows and arrows for hunting of course.
They painted their walls, how else would we know
This history of Fish Hoek so long, long ago.
This story of Fish Hoek is the start of the tale
So come to the museum and follow the trail.
