I saw four fine creatures,
travelling in company,
Their tracks were dark,
their trail very black,
The bird that floats in the air,
swoops less swiftly than their leader,
Drudgery was it for the fellow,
who taught all four of them their ways,
On their ceaseless visits,
to the vessel of gold.
(In reply to re(2): What was I thinking about ?
Did the Magii leave dark tracks, a black trail?
OK, maybe there were FOUR Magii... after all, aren't there twenty apostles, seventeen deadly sins, fifteen months in the year, eighteen Zodiac signs, ten days in a week...? :-)