Three lion cubs like musketeers <br />Renowned of ancient France. <br />Though not so ancient in their years, <br />Their memory enchants. <br />For there they were, rapscallions! <br />As cunning as could be. <br />Yet not opposed to dalliance, <br />Of wasting time, you see. <br /> <br />The little scamps intent on fun, <br />Still paced themselves at times. <br />Just lying quiet 'neath the sun, <br />Yet scheming future crimes! <br />Not scared of Mum, not scared of Dad! <br />They'd pounce without restraint. <br />And though it made their parents mad, <br />Sometimes they thought it quaint. <br /> <br />The little terrors, boys, of course! <br />And you know what boys are! <br />Each one thinks he's a tour de force, <br />Each one thinks he's the star! <br />They're all deluded! Nuts for brains! <br />But winsome in a way. <br />It's only through our joint complaints <br />That they'll grow up some day<br /><br />Denis Martindale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-three-musketeers/
