Three little kids
Lovely as a flower,
Bright as a demanding bid,
Rush to me after an over.
Three clever boys
Fresh as a morning dew,
Playful as cute toys,
Run to me for a cue.
Three grown up sons,
Deep as an ocean,
Sharp as pointed guns,
Straddle to me for a notion.
Three proud men,,
Tall as a hill,
Keen as a yen
Walk to me out of will.
My loved ones,
Do me proud,
Lead me to beacons,
People call me endowed.
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