Three brothers share a family sport:
A non-stop marathon.
The oldest one is fat and short
And trudges slowly on.
The middle brother's tall and slim
And keeps a steady pace.
The youngest runs just like the wind,
A-speeding through the race.
"He's young in years, we let him run,"
The other brothers say
"'Cause though he's surely number one,
He's second, in a way."

THE OLDEST ONE IS THE HOUR THE MIDDLE IS THE MIN. WHEN IT SAYS HE'S SECOND IN A WAY THAT MEANS HE IS THE SECOND HAND and hes first to the number 12

Posted by DYLAN on 2005-12-16 16:09:33