O bring my t'rug na die ou Transvaal

I love and respect my mother greatly, she is an Amazing Lady who is informally adopted by many of my friends as being preferable to their own parental units. She has, above all, been incredible during this French trip. So I am slightly horrified to find my excellent relationship with her threatened by the following discovery:



It has a musical box inside it. It plays "Sarie Marais". Even given that my mother acquired this abomination under the heading of "it's so awful it's wonderful", I'm speechless. The dopey expression on the "lion" particularly gets me.