They stand to stir
While their contemporaries
In the field prune and water
Their growing crops
In three they stirred
While their mates
On the streets shout
Their goods to sell
Three dark men they were
Two shorter and of equal size
One tallest, in the middle
A tooth opens way through his throat
As he stands only to stir
Yet what has been covered
Revealed, very intriguing when uncovered
Through a missing tooth, our stir
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