Like the Three Musketeers
we were all for one.
Like the Three Blind Mice
we saw without looking.
Like the Three Bowls of Porridge
we were just right.
Like the Three Sisters
we were sad inside.
Like the Three Billy Goats Gruff
we feared the troll.
Like the Three Little Pigs
we longed for our own home.
Like the Three Wishes
we were never enough.
Joseph Coelho