Here live three little fairies,
They know no word like worries.
Doing mischief throughout the day,
Problems and sorrows are kept a bay.
They are ever filled with laughter,
But beware they may slaughter.
Like a mother they can care,
So think once more if you could bear.
With them you’ll never think of your woes,
They’ll make worries disappear from your brows.
They speak the language of love and war,
For them age, color or caste is no bar.
Ever spreading joy and happiness near and far,
Precious and rare as gems they are.
With them your life will bloom or blossom,
I’ll call them the tempestuous threesome.