Three old men live in my house,

Their presence I can’t deny.

Although they’re ignored

And often very bored,

They never cease to abide.

Three old men live in my house,

One has whiskers of white.

He sits in his chair,

Exceedingly aware,

Of everything that causes fright.

Three old men live in my house,

Another always in a tux.

A big old grump,

His back is a hump,

He likes to hide under trucks.

Three old men live in my house,

The last is cute as can be.

Blind in the eyes

And not very wise,

He thinks that a tree is me.

Three old men live in my house,

I’d never give them away.

They make my day 

And leave me afraid,

But my love will never decay.