Three’s a Crowd

Father, Son, Holy Ghost,
The Triad with the most,
They taught us how to move,
And bring us to improve.
Athos, Porthos, Aramis,
All for one and bliss,
Frenchmen in the realm,
One for all at the helm.
Moe, Larry, Curly,
Only one was burly,
With their comedy obsession,
They saved us from depression.
The former showed us what we can do,
When we each walk by the same shoe,
Spirits teamed up to save the day,
Why don't you stay and pray?

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