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.