Meanwhile, Melody Muses…

Goldilocks and her handmaids three

Glint with mischief, wickedly

Plotting their tricks and planning designs

To push all the boundaries, cross all the lines

Drawn in the sand to reign them in;

Wearing the patience of Mama thin,

Making the tears of poor Papa run

Down his vexed chin, much to their fun.

Have your fun now, you impish girls,

Pout out your lips, and primp your curls;

Once you meet with your husbands-to-be,

Your wild carefree days will end naturally,

Responsible, matronly,  appropriate, wise

You will become –  bear hugs civilize!