I am the eldest and esteem myself 
fit to vie for kingship.
In retrospect I see
the swagger foretell the downfall.
Proudly I reached for the princess's hand
and reach no further in life.

The second brother, never my wing-man, 
always a cur, calculates further.
His moves well planned, his touch a strike
spider like, with one day dreams
in lieu of success
he may settle under a stone.

The third brother tarries close, travels far
holds the world thick with thieves aside
that will not change.
Her hand is in his. More
someone like me cannot say.
I would ruffle further his tousled hair 
but see now how little is left!
So long it takes to win the princess.