Three acrobats with demeanours of wonder
circle round and over each other. Cartwheels and somersaults
of utmost discord are the trick of the day.
It is all in the name of good fun.

A coat of Gold, a coat of Silver with Amber trim,
and one of Midnight and Snow-covered fringes completes
the Trinity.
Ballet's got nothing on this.

In not long, the performance is over.
The jesters, tired and hungry,
suckle up to their mother,
and let her warm sleep-milk take them.
Their contented purrs flit on zephyrs.