The prettiest three we’ll ever see
Upon a pictured page
Have sent through hearts their beauty’s darts
And now are all the rage!
We do agree that these sweet three
Are riches rare to know,
And more than fair of lips, eyes, hair,
The spirits here that glow.
We’re made more bright with beauty’s sight,
A gift than gold more sure.
Each singing face lends her true grace
To peaks of self so pure.
Three Musketeers, Three VanDammeers,
Three winners of life’s height.
With swords of sweetness, Beauty’s spears,
They dark “Strike home!” with light!