I was born in a revue company stageMy family worked in the theatre alwaysI sang and performed from a very young age I was quite determined, never in a dazeThe Netherlands was my place of expressionMy life was articulate in many ways Three husbands, some kids, and show-biz accessionI even lived in Pretoria for a timeI enjoyed an effective working session Eureka, the movie company, was mineMy son André was at the head of managementLien, my daughter, any task she could align My films were all about Bet, the corpulentShe was bossy with her henpecked husband HeinTheir physical imbalance caused amusement It could be compared to the Nursery RhymeWhere Jack ate no fat and his wife ate no leanThe comedic buildup was utterly prime Since betwixt them both they licked the platter cleanMy screen character debuted in variétéeShe made people laugh in every vaudeville scene Thus, I brought my Jordaan-genre to the cinéIt mocked some locals from the Dutch CapitalIt was about the Jordaan neighborhood cliché My acting style was somehow biographicalIt was a tribute to Lion, my brotherHe took his own life and it was tragical Art can transform pain into something otherThe Adriënne Solser hallmark was social farceConstructive satire I would never smother My live-act in synch with the screen was a forceI adored the multidisciplinaryMy fiction had a pragmatical discourse My method was close to documentarySince I was often shooting on locationIn the midst, life’s joys were transitionary On one end I got my standing ovationOn the other I lost my son suddenlyPneumonia hit him and left no salvation My grief made me plunge into work entirelyIn my film, Bet trained for the Olympic GameIt was in 1928 precisely That my city, Amsterdam, hosted the flameWomen were allowed to join for the first timeI was at the height of my success and fame Later on, my jubilee was so sublimeFor my sixty years in the performing artsI felt swept away by my own pantomime It was 1943 in fits and startsBut later that year I was pushed off a trainIt was like being tossed from some high rampartsI went to hospital for a femur sprainDoetinchem is where I was stationed to mendAlas, how I longed for a glass of champagne.