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!