The Usual Way
Three young maidens sat in a row,
With three grim dragons behind ’em;
And each of these maidens had a young beau,
And they all of ’em made ’em mind ’em.
These three maidens are married now;
In three brown-stone fronts you’ll find ’em.
But ever since the very first row
They can none of ’em make ’em mind ’em.