Seven like a roof,

on top of us,

to protect as from

water.

Sept like September,

entrance to school,

to spend nine months,

looking for a new life.

Saba to remember,

the alert to cover,

ourselves from 

infamous bites.

Sieben to know,

what the apple 

reserves us,

to digest for the hard

labour.

And Indwi, to know

that the end result,

is to meet on a Sunday,

all dressed up for the 

feast.