The Three Musketeers


Me, myself, and I; I, myself, and me
All parted at the young age of three.
That's when Aubrey came along,
And it felt so wrong
That I said,"So long."
So the two musketeers were together for nine long years;
But then, Jeanne appeared.
And for everyone's health,
The one to leave was myself
Which left me all by herself.
Me, Jeanne, and Aubrey;
Aubrey, Jeanne, and me
Are now the three musketeers
That will conquer their greatest fears
All throughout the longest of years.

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