The Usual Way.

By Thomas Winthrop Hall

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.