Three wise men once to a child
They thought to be a king
Amazed the world with such rich gifts
As no-one else could bring.

They brought some gold
So he could pay
To study and to learn
The wisdom of his day
But not so much that he could do
Nothing else but play.

They brought some myrrh
Which he could trade
To invest and then to grow
The profit that he made
So that one day he would be free
Of debt and parents’ aid.

They brought some frankincense
To help him dream
Of seeing things
That they had never seen
And to understand that gold and myrrh
Are not as important as they seem.