One. Singular, like the sun. Always in the center stage light, On the top never giving up a fight, Histories greatest triumphs, remembered And sung with praise of the highest Two. Doubles, reflections in mirrors, Always in the shadows, Hidden from those who suppose they see everything Forever doomed second rate, Stuck behind the gate of second place, Doomed to be forgotten by time Three. Marvelous three. Many a tale comes in thirds, Like the wishes of the genies lamp, The luckiest of musketeers; each for the other, Or perhaps unfortunate Goldilocks and her encounter with the bears Lucky or not one thing will remain, Whether first place, second rate, or golden three, Count not gold pieces in vain, For it will not change the number of your fortune