Three brothers share a family sport: A non-stop marathon
The oldest one is fat and short And trudges slowly on
The middle brother’s tall and slim And keeps a steady pace
The youngest runs just like the wind, a speeding through the race
“He’s young in years, we let him run,” the other brothers say
“‘Cause though he’s surely number one, he’s second, in a way.”
The hands on a clock (hour, minute, second).
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