Brothers Three
It’s all for fun, fun for all, brothers, three
Like musketeers, they’re bound by oath and blood.
To Mom, the rules are all a mystery,
Their games are equal parts laughter and mud.
With rapier-like sticks in little hands,
Imaginary evils they must fight.
They gallop ‘cross the yard to foreign lands.
Be wary, minions, of this trio’s might!
Then, victory declared, they march inside,
Their weapons safely placed outside the door,
To brag, to boast of all who lived and died,
And pledge, come the morrow, there will be more.
Then fed and washed and resting ‘til the morn
When brave adventure sounds again its horn!
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