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."

Gonna go with the hands of a clock...

Short and fat- Hour hand

Middle Brother- Minute hand

Youngest- Second hand

Posted by Jessica on 2006-01-06 17:41:42